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Jealousy | Lee Know

Synopsis: You and Lee Know have been best friends for as long as time can tell; however, a third party has ignited an unfamiliar negativity in him, and he is finally ready to handle it himself.

Pairing: jealous! dom!LK x fem!reader (Reader has breasts and a vagina, and uses she/her pronouns !)

Genre: Smut, a bit of Angst, Fluff towards the ending

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content (18+), marking, breast-play (sort of), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (please use protection my loves!), pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby, etc.), Minho is extremely jealous and possessive, Minho quite literally answers the phone during sex [As always, please inform me if I missed anything!]

Word Count: 9k

Notice: Hello, my darlings! I have missed you all dearly! I recently acquired a bit of inspiration to get back into writing, so enjoy a Lee Know smut drabble I wrote a while back :)

Smut under the cut!

"Hey, I feel like we're getting off topic again," Minho bluntly states, cutting you off in the middle of your chatter. You glanced at him, your mouth slightly agape from the abrupt interruption. "You do remember that hanging out today was your idea, right?"

Of course, you remembered it was your idea; after all, you had made the plans last minute, just that morning. You invited Minho over for a movie and a catch-up night, since you hadn't seen him in a few days. You expected a normal evening with him; however, hanging out felt strange. In fact, it had felt unusual ever since a certain third party had entered the picture.

You had recently started talking to another guy and had unintentionally began spending more time with him than with Lee Know. As of late, though, this new guy seemed to be distancing himself from you; he would often go days, or even up to a week, without speaking to you. Then, he would reappear in your life as if nothing had happened, claiming to have been, "busy."

Your best friend saw right through the guy's facade; he knew the guy was only seeking attention from you, and he was not tolerating it. Despite Minho's clear disapproval, it seemed as if the guy consumed much of your conversations lately; in fact, Minho interjected as you were once again delving into another tangent about the guy's behavior. It had become a predictable cycle: the guy would reappear after ghosting, make plans, and vanish again. Frankly, Lee Know was growing tired of it.

"Yeah, I know hanging out was my idea. Why wouldn't I remember that?" you questioned, a confused expression present amongst your features.

Minho scoffed. "Because it's not feeling like it," he said. You raised one eyebrow, urging him to explain further. "I understand you want advice and my personal input on what's going on with this potential guy, and I can help you out with whatever as your friend..." He paused briefly, letting out a deep sigh as he continued, "I'm trying really hard not to be a jerk about this, but I really thought today wasn't going to revolve around this again."

"Min, I get where you're coming from, but I feel like you're making it seem like I've been talking about this guy non-stop, which I haven't." Upon your response, Minho could not stop himself from narrowing his eyes and chuckling coldly.

"Literally, since I brought you that water, you have not stopped talking about him."

"Yes, I have! I've talked about so many other things, and-"

"When?" he promptly cuts you off again, his voice raising slightly. "I mean, seriously? When I first came over, you were all like, 'Hey, I need your opinion. Can you look at this for a sec?'" Lee Know mirrored your prior actions by shoving his phone in your face.

What had you shoved in Lee Know's face exactly? A message from the guy stating, "Sorry, I've been busy." The date on the message read 8:41P.M., not even thirty minutes ago. The last message you had sent, on the contrary, read Monday, November 18th.

Over a week ago.

You wanted Minho's honest opinion; after all, he was your only friend that would give you the truth instead of what you wanted to hear. Thus, the truth he gave: "How many times do I have to tell you this guy is not worth it?"

And so, you find yourself connecting the dots on previous events.

"I may have asked for your opinion, but I didn't shove my phone in your face," you argue, pushing his phone away by instinct. You were becoming increasingly annoyed at his behavior.

"Yeah, you did," he retaliated, retracting his phone. "You shoved your phone in my face just like that." You opened your mouth to counter; however, no sound came out. All thoughts on how to go against him had completely dissipated from your mind. You closed your agape jaw in defeat and stared grimly at the floor. Lee Know rolled his eyes harshly.

"I told you last time, and I'll tell you again, it means he's not worth your time. This guy is clearly only trying to hit you up when it's convenient for him, and you know that, too."

Minho's grievances mirrored but also contrasted your own. Of course, he was agitated with your behavior, but the hinderance came from a divergent perspective; he knew you were smarter than this, you had to be. There was absolutely no way you could not see the clear convenience you were to this guy. Minho could not tell if you were intently playing dumb in order to lessen the blame or if you were simply blind sighted by this guy.

Either way, he was fed up.

You could not wrap your head around the guy's actions, however. Just the other night, the two of you had went on a date that went pleasantly well. How was he able to change up so quickly?

You made mention of your thoughts aloud: "But...the last date we went on..."

"What about it?" Minho sat up and threw his hands sharply to his sides in a vexed manner. He leaned back on his palms, his eyebrows furrowed as he awaited your response.

"It just...It went really well is all..." You shrugged and folded your arms over your torso. You tapped your foot against the hardwood floor as you apprehensively glanced up at Minho. He had taken off his glasses and was rubbing his temples.

He put his glasses back on, took a deep inhale, and cupped his hands in your direction.

"So what if the date went really well, Y/N? That doesn't excuse what he's been doing. He's basically ghosted you for an entire week, and it's been, what? Three times now?" Minho's acute words stung. You knew he was right, but it was still taking you time you wrap your head around one aspect:

Why?

"I get that things aren't official yet," he continued, snapping you out of your thoughts, "but you have to see that this guy is-"

"I just don't understand why, Min," you interrupted him this time. "What even is going to happen after this?" He narrowed his eyes and inhaled sharply.

"Look, i really don't want to be your counselor again," Lee Know shook his head while chuckling out of aggravation. "But, obviously, he's gonna try to make up every excuse and try to act sweet when he finally responds."

"What if he really has been busy, though?" you desperately reply, attempting to convince yourself more than anything. Minho did not shoot a glance at you this time, the annoyance clear on his sunk in expression.

"Look," he stated directly in attempts to get you to listen. "It might be more acceptable if you two were going into this potential relationship expecting it to be a casual kind of thing, y'know, with no strings attached. But, that's not what you've been telling me, and he knows exactly what this is supposed to be. He's the one that's not respecting your time, or my time for that matter because I constantly have to listen to what a piece this guy sounds like."

"He...He hasn't been acting like there's no strings attached! Just the other day, he-" You huffed in efforts to tell Minho about how the guy denied another girl's number at the arcade on the last date, even going so far as to call you "his girl." Once again, however, Minho interjected.

"You are really starting to annoy me." his words cut; they were honest, yet brutal. "There is no way you are this stupid, y/n. Come on: not responding for weeks at a time? Love bombing when he does respond? That's acting like no strings attached." You considered Lee Know's words for a brief moment. Upon this, you finally had a realization:

"Maybe...Maybe he's not worth it anymore."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Minho responded with a chuckle mixed of disbelief and humor. "Get rid of him; you would be doing us both a favor that way."

You nodded in sorrow, staring down at your phone. Despite the comment you had made, part of you was still hoping you would look at your lock screen and there would be a text message from him.

"So, you're not going to talk to him anymore. Deal?" Minho ponders, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"No. No, I'm not going to talk to him anymore." You set your phone down on your lap, your foot still tapping nervously.

"So, we're done with this?" he follows up with a second question.

"I don't know, Min," you admit, causing Minho to intake a rough breath. "I mean, I still can't comprehend it. He's so sweet and caring, and he's really good in-"

"No, I don't wanna hear about it, y/n!" Minho finally snaps, managing to keep his voice stern but calm.

"What? Why? I thought you were supposed to be here for me?" you ask, once again hurt by his words.

"I am here for you, but I don't like hearing about these guys you're seeing," Minho growled, his voice tinged with frustration. "I just really do not need to know about all of that, okay? Just put it down, and let's not talk about this anymore."

"Okay, okay. Fine. What do you wanna talk about?" You finally look up at Minho, your eyes sunk in and arms crossed with defeat.

"Well, I was thinking," he began, his voice a lot more gentle, "that we could talk about, and this is just a wild idea, but something related to us instead?" He accentuated his words with a few lighthearted chuckles.

"Hm, yeah. Did you have something specific in mind?" you inquired, your demeanor beginning to soften but your eyes still narrowed in slight frustration.

"I did have something. I actually already had this in mind before you got me offtopic earlier," he teased briefly, "but I was thinking since we both have some time off next week, we should go out and eat somewhere!" Minho's eyes seemed to beaming as bright as his smile; he took pride in the fact that he was able to deter your attention back to him, back to where it was supposed to be, he thought. He missed you dreadfully, and the suggestion of going out to dinner had been plaguing his mind since he walked through your front door.

"Oh yeah?" you asked rhetorically. "What place did you have in mind?" You returned his grin with a soft, half smile of your own. You could not deny you had missed spending time with him has well; however, the thoughts of your admirer still clouded your better judgement. Unintentionally, you began to stare off into space as Lee Know began his reply.

"There's been this one new place that I've been wanting to try. I think it would be nice," Lee Know explained as he began to describe the new traditional restaurant that had just opened up not even a couple of blocks away from your apartment. Lee Know ended his description with a cheeky, "Plus, I feel like you kind of owe me one anyways." This statement snapped you out of your endless distraction. You turned your head in his direction quickly, your eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown present on your face, replacing the half-smile that was just present.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you interrogated, your tone coming off more accusatory than attended. Minho raised a teasing eyebrow to accompany his ever-present smile, which now had morphed into more of a smirk; he was slightly taken aback by your sudden yet slight outburst.

"You know exactly what that's supposed to mean," he responded unequivocally, nodding his head with each accentuation of the sentence. "I'm just saying that you've been so busy with your new guy that we haven't had a chance to hang out lately. Remember last week? When you flaked on me...twice?" Minho's smile had slightly faded, his demeanor becoming solumn in contrast to the previous cheeky behavior.

You did remember essentially leaving Minho in the dust last week, although you did not want to. You and Minho had planned a night together, similar to the one you were having at this moment; however, on the night of the planned venture, the new guy had messaged you out of the blue and asked if you wanted to grab dinner with him that night. All reason had fled from your mind at that moment as you texted back, 'Yes!' without thinking twice about your plans for the night. It was not until Minho had began to blow up your cellphone with messages such as, 'Where are you?' 'y/n, i'm at your apartment,' and 'hello? what the hell?!' when you remembered. You quickly replied, explaining what had happened and that you would be home soon in a desperate attempt to please both parties, yet your response was met with, 'Don't bother. I'm going home.'

With this failed endeavor, you and Minho had attempted to reschedule your arrangements for the next night; thankfully, Minho had the whole week off from schedules, and it was your fall break from classes. You had made a slight adjustment to visit the cinema rather than a move night at your apartment. Yet, this attempt succeeded just as much as the first did, and it went about the same way; it was as if the guy had some sort of radar detecting the days you and Minho had planned to hang out so he could steal you away.

As you dreadfully remembered the events of the prior week, you scoffed and refused to give up your stern standpoint on the matter.

"You sound jealous, y'know that?" was the response your anger-stricken brain formulated. You had stated it without thinking, honestly, and you instantly regretted it once Minho leaned back on the couch, his arms crossing and his mouth slightly agape in pure vexation.

"I sound what?" he inquired stiffly, his dark brown eyes staring daggers into your gaze. "Jealous?" he repeated the word as if he could not believe the statement, which to some degree he could not. He followed up the repitition with a couple of brutal snickers as he shook his head in disbelief. His stare had now found its way boring holes into the wall beside him. "Very funny. I'm not jealous," he claimed as if he was trying to convince himself of the matter rather than you. He shifted his gaze towards the floor as he continued, "I just think you should follow through when we make plans."

"You know we can always reschedule," you responded somberly as you glanced out of the window to your right in order to avoid eye contact with Minho.

"Yeah, you can reschedule, but you ended up cancelling that too," Minho fixed his eyes upon you, specifically how you were still refusing to look at him. You knew the truth to his words, which only made the guilt to felt ten times worse; still, you refused to let your guard down, responding to his truth with a skeptical head shake. You rolled your eyes as you did so, and you shifted your gaze to side eye the male.

"Do you not hear yourself? You are jealous, otherwise you wouldn't be speaking like this, or bringing up last week!" There was no denying your rage at this moment; you were tired of Minho bringing up your faults, especially when it was in relation to this guy. Minho's tongue prodded at his cheek and his vacant expression darkened. There was a brief silence as Minho contemplated what to say in order to get his point across and not sound like a total jerk.

"Okay," he started, "now, you're just imagining things. I'm not jealous." You chuckled slightly, turning your gaze back to focus on the rain pittering against the windows outside.

"Sure," you replied quite coldly with a strained, sarcastic smirk plastered upon your face. Minho frustratedly breathed in and took a slight glance towards the ceiling.

"Fine," he threw his hands up slightly, "y'know what? Forget it. Let's just drop this." He attempted to change the topic of conversation, both because he was tired of talking about his feelings, but also because there was a minuscule aspect of him that knew you were correct. "But, if you happen have time to allocate next week, is that a yes or a no on the restaurant thing?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in perplexity. Minho was JUST on your case, and now he is bringing the subject of the restaurant.

He is so jealous, you thought.

That was not what came out of your mouth, however. Instead, you sighed as a way to release the lingering tidbits of bottled-up anger you felt and responded with a simple question: "What did you say the name of the place was again?" Minho paused for a moment in an attempt to remember the answer to your question.

"Uh, I don't remember the exact name, but it opened up right next to the theatre," Minho did his best to recollect the traditional restaurant, but could only remember its location.

"Is it that one new silverish building with all of the fairy lights hanged near the entrance?" you inquired genuinely, your body beginning to relax from the intensity of aforementioned events. Minho nodded slightly, finally feeling a sense of relief that you were endulging in a conversation unrelated to the guy.

"Yeah, yeah, that building. The name was, uh," Minho attempted to recall the name of the restaurant once again, and partially succeeded, "Great...something." You laughed at his inable memory, causing him to eye you up and down in a playful manner. "Listen, I had the name in my head for the entire day!"

"Likely story! Where'd it go then?" you asked him cheekily, leaning in a bit closer to him on the couch as if to accentuate your question. Lee Know moved away from you in sarcastic disgust as he returned your giggles.

"I don't know! For some reason, it's just on the tip of my tongue right now," Minho returned to his normal sitting position as he racked his brain for the name of the restaurant.

"Is it...is it 'Great Bake?'" you asked as you recalled seeing a grey building that matched the description of the restaurant. Minho looked at you, confusion etched all over his face.

"No, that's a cookie shop!" Minho chortled at your futile attempt at recollecting. "Plus, that place has been there for years now. But I mean, we can go there if you want." You tilted your head at the suggestion before slowly shaking it.

"No thanks. I'd rather go for a meal than for cookies. They make my stomach ache," you rubbed your stomach as you stated the last part in order to adorn your words with comicality.

"Are you sure?" Minho asked you genuinely. "Because I don't mind going for desert after. Or we could go for Boba afterwards if you prefer."

"Nah," you politely declined his offers. "I think the meal will be enough for me."

"You sure?" Minho inquired once more. "It can be my treat!"

"You don't have a reason to treat me," you retaliated in a half-serious half-silly demeanor. Lee Know shook his head in response.

"There doesn't have to be a reason."

"You're just never this considerate is all." Another reply you would slightly regret the moment is escaped your lips. Minho threw his head back, his ego slightly hurt at your statement.

"I am always considerate, hello?" he countered sounding a tad vexated. "What kind of image do you have of me?"

"Well, if you're always considerate, is dinner going to be on you too?" you inquired, crossing your arms brazenly as you awaited an answer.

"You..." Minho's voice quieted as he let out a string of adorning giggles. "No, relax. I am only covering the dessert portion." You scoffed, this one coming out in an exuberant manner in contrast to the previous ones out of annoyance.

"So, I'll pay for dinner in order to make it up to you, I guess, and you'll pay for dessert?" You had decided to concede to Minho's proposition about the cookies and boba. He beamed brightly at your own proposal.

"Okay, let's do that then!" his words were laced with a joyous hint, which made your heart smile. You had a newfound exhileration for the endeavor; as such, you asked Minho if he was excited in order to ensure that the feeling was reciprocated.

"I am, yeah! I am excited for the food!" Minho poked fun towards you, causing you to lightly smack the back of his head. "I'm just kidding, y/n. Of course I am excited for the food, but also because you and I, y'know...I said it earlier, but it really has been a while since we've been able to catch up. Like, not just surface level stuff in our lives, and I've really missed-"

Minho's endearing ramble was interrupted by a buzz of your cellphone; the guy's name appeared on your phone screen in the form of an iMessage. A second buzz quickly followed, and you almost lept at the coffee table in attempts to retrieve your phone. You came to a stop just as your hand grasped the device, and you slowly looked up from the table, making dejected eye contact with Minho. The grin on his face swifty disappeared, and he sighed as he looked down at the ground one more.

"I'm sorry, Min. Do you...mind if I answer this real quick?" You figured it was at least alright to ask, but you took note of how upset he appeared as the inquiry left your mouth.

"Uh, yeah, go ahead. Can't really ignore that, right?" Minho never looked up from the ground as he spoke, and the last fragment of his sentence came out in a snarky bearing.

"I mean I can if, if you want me to," you stuttered, and Minho just shook his head in disapproval.

"I know if you try not to check your phone, you're just going to get distracted from the conversation," Minho paused, taking into consideration how you were hyper-focused on your phone, your fingers were already moving at the speed of light to type out a reply to the guy. "And it looks like you're already doing that anyways." You glanced up from your phone, your face contorted into a confused expression with your eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed together.

"Why are you making that face at me?" Minho catechized your expression as if it was the most unnecessary item in the world. "It's him again, I know it is. I told you not to bother with him anymore, so why are you even thinking about responding?" You were silent, a culpable feeling engulfing your body.

"He. He apologized, and he said-"

"It doesn't matter what he's saying!" Minho snapped outrageously, instantly standing and unintentionally towering over you. "Are you serious right now? We just talked about this!" His fists were clenched by his side, and his eyes were narrowed in exasperation. Before he could let his emotions take over, he took a couple of steps away from you and removed his glasses one more, rubbing at the inner corners of his eyes to seemingly rid them of the stress he was feeling. "Y'know, this is really starting to piss me off."

"Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" you queried, careful not to let the lump building up in your throat waiver your voice. Minho looked at you as if you had lost your sanity.

"Because I thought we were done with this, y/n."

"It's none of your business, Minho!" You had stood up now as well in order to mirror the actions of your friend. He took a step closer to you, his expression vexing further if that was fathomable.

"No, it wasn't my business initially, but you kind of went and made it my business with how often you rubbed this in my face. What, you expect me not to care about what happens to you?" You jeered at Minho's question, slapping a hand against your thigh in frustration.

"Can you just admit you don't like the fact I'm hanging out with a guy who isn't you? That's what the whole problem is here! Like I said: you're jealous, Minho." You crossed your arms as you stared up at the taller boy, who rolled his eyes in the middle of your reply.

"Here you go again with the jealousy thing," Minho huffed. "Look, I'm really annoyed already, so can you stop messing around, please?"

"I'm not messing around," you defended your stance. "You're only worried about me because another guy is in the picture."

"I am worried about you as a friend, y/n, and I'm saying from a platonic standpoint that he is not worth it," Minho retaliated, the annoyance becoming more prominent in his voice with every word he spoke.

"Meaning what exactly?" you prodded further. At this point, Minho was not sure if you were simply asking questions because of sheer confusion or to get on his nerves. It was a mix of both in reality; you could not deny the immense joy you felt from pushing Minho to his limits, yet you also could not fathom why he was so passionate about his stance on this guy.

"Meaning that I don't want you to see him anymore." Minho thought the response sounded better in his head. You widened your eyes once you heard it.

"Okay, so you're jealous and possessive." You moved your finger as you spoke as if you were making some sort of air-bullet list. Minho's mouth gaped slightly open and he sneered.

"Now I sound possessive? I'm really not, but sure, if you'd like to add that into your mix of ideas about me, too." Minho attempted to walk away from the conversation, but you grabbed his shirt sleeve to make him stay put.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" you asked for the nth time that night. Minho looked down at your hand's grasp on his shirt sleeve, then back up at you before scoffing once again, a smug smirk playing at his lips.

"You have not seen me being possessive at all, sweetheart," he remarked with a boldness present in his voice. "I don't want to get into this right now."

"And why is that?" The pure curiosity within you had vanished; now, the questions were purely to push Minho's buttons. You had already gotten him so far towards the edge, so what harm would an additional shove do?

"Because if I were being possessive, I would say, 'You're not going out with him again. I'm not letting him have you.' That is what I would want to say," Minho's sultry gaze bore into your own, and you felt your knees tremble slightly and your heart quicken its pace. You did not understand why you had began to feel this way, but it was exciting.

And you wanted more.

"Are you still insisting on this as a friend, Min?" As you uttered those words, you made an essentially bold move; you moved your hand from his shirt sleeve to his palm, nearly intertwining his hand with yours. The mere movement made Minho's breath hitch.

"Well, I, uh," Minho took a deep breath before continuing. "How much are you going to push me? If you asked me like that then you already have an idea, don't you?" He instinctly moved his thumb over your knuckles as he began his honest vouch. "You're right. I have been feeling jealous for a while now. I don't know when it started, but I am. Having to think about you and this guy going out has obviously only made it worse." Your gaze softened as you squeezed his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me, Min?"

"Because I didn't think I would care this much, so how was I supposed to tell you?" Minho genuinely asked this question, but you did not respond.

"So, is that all?" Minho scoffed at your returned question.

"Excuse me? Of course it's not," he stated like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Do you really want to know what else I've been keeping to myself?" Before you realized what you were doing, your body took control over your mind, allowing your head to nod in agreement rapidly, earning a, "Are you sure about that?" from Minho.

"Are they," you began, feeling a slight tremble in your voice so you paused for a moment. "Are they about me?"

"Mhm. They're related to you. The things that I've wanted to do, thought about doing. It's more than I'm willing to say on its own," he responded casually, the chillness yet unintentionally seductive manner causing you to instinctively cross your legs and slightly rub them together.

"Don't say it then," you replied near instantly, an anxious hitch present in your voice. "Show me." Minho quirked an eyebrow, repeating your words to make sure he understood you correctly. He sighed deeply, almost longingly.

"If you insist, then fine. C'mere," he planted a firm hand on your upper back and pulled you impossibly close towards him. Before you could question his actions, his lips were on yours, kissing you like he had no time left in the world. You were shocked at first, but you quickly melted into the kiss, a few whimpers escaping from your mouth as the two of you embraced. After about thirty seconds, Minho pulled away, smiling at how swollen your lips appeared after such a short period of time.

"I like you," he stumbled over his words as he spoke. "More than I was ever planning to or ever supposed to." He accompanied his confession with a gentle caress of your cheek, a lazy grin accompanying his features. "Seeing you talk about that guy just made me realize how much it bothered me, and," he took a short stop, the light in his eyes morphing into an expression of lust, "if I could have my way with you...if I could do anything that I wanted, then I would keep you all to myself." The hand he had placed on your cheek shifted downward until it found purchase on your waist. Minho's words and subsequent actions had you feeling hot. Everywhere.

"Minho, I never expected you to be this way," you chuckled both out of astonishment and nervousness towards Lee Know's possessiveness.

"Yeah, I don't think you've ever seen how greedy of a person I can be," he responded with an anxious chortle of his own. "I tried to maintain being friends, and obviously I couldn't act like that, could I?" You shook your head, agreeing with his statement.

"Well, maybe I like the way you're acting right now," your hands placing themselves against his chest. You stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Maybe I want to see that side of you." The reaction Minho felt from your words went straight down.

"Why?" he whispered in return, his own voice sounding like a whine rather than an octave.

"Because...there is a slight chance I feel the same way you do, and I am curious as to how far this side of you extends." Your hands had began to slide up and down Minho's chest, allowing him to release a soft groan.

"Alright then," he replied as both hands now softly grasped your waist. "If you were mine, then I would definitely be a lot closer than this." Once Minho stated this, he gently maneuvered the both of you back over the couch, softly laying you down and hovering over top of you. The heat within your body was growing, and your heart was pumping with adrenaline at the sight of your best friend on top of you.

You could not believe that this was reality.

"Probably this close would be more accurate," he added on with a cheeky smirk, although his heavy breaths contrasted the slyness of his attitude. He had one hand on your lower back and the other softly brushing over your left cheek. "I wouldn't be able to help myself from here though," he leaned down to the crook of your neck, just to where his lips were ghosting the lobe of your ear. "I would make sure everyone knows you're mine," he alluringly whispered as he moved your hair away from the skin of your neck. "Especially here to start," he murmured before diving down to kiss the exposed area. "The things you do to me," he muttered as he kissed, licked, and sucked love marks into your neck. You did your best to keep quiet; however, no matter your best efforts, a string of hearty whines fell from your lips with every sensual movement Lee Know performed.

It felt like Heaven on Earth.

Minho was setting a rhythm to his actions when he was crudely interrupted by yet another buzz from your cellphone. You instinctually moved to grab it, only to be met with Lee Know sighing in annoyance. He swiftly grasped your arm and pinned it down to your side.

"Stop," he commanded in a frustrated yet enduring tone. "Don't answer it. Look at me." He took his free hand and tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He delved down once more, this time finding your lips rather than your neck. This time, he slipped his tongue past your lips and yours impulsively fought back for dominance, allowing you both to explore one another's mouths. One of your hands found residence in his soft brown locks of hair, tugging on them lightly and eliciting a few moans from his ends.

Yet, all good things must come to an end, it seems.

Another buzz came from your phone, causing both you and Minho to let out groans of irritation.

"Give me that," Minho demanded, outstretching his arm for you to hand your phone to him. You automatically did as he asked and placed your phone in his grasp, to which he put it on the head of the couch behind him, making it to where you could not reach it.

"You're done with him."

With that, Minho went back to kissing you as if his life depended on it, taking note of the equal fervor your kisses contained. Hands were roaming everywhere, lips were encapsulated with one another's, blood flow was pumping to the maximum. It felt perfect. Minho pulled away to catch a breath of air, slightly chuckling against your lips at your flushed state. You had not even been making out for five minutes, and you already appeared disheveled with your bangs sticking to your forehead and your eyes blown with a glint of need.

"You really wanted this, too, didn't you?" Minho quieried, concentrating on keeping his gaze focused on yours. You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response, causing Minho's brazen smirk to reappear. "Were you trying to get a reaction out of me? Just so I would take it this far?" Minho moved your sweaty strands of hair out of your face as he anticipated a response.

"I wasn't trying to at first, I promise," you riposted sounding entirely breathless, partially because you were. "But it just got so fun seeing you all worked up over me." This caused the both of you to giggle; although, the humor was swiftly overtaken by hunger as Minho scanned your body up and down.

"How about I get back to making sure everyone knows you aren't available, hm?" He did not alott time for a response before beginning to kiss your neck once again. "Fuck, you have such a pretty neck," he groaned as he began to resume his prior actions of sucking, biting, and kissing every exposed spot he could access. He continued his endeavors for a long time, only pausing when your moans became as high pitched as a shriek. He pulled away briefly, analyzing the spots in which he had just finished orally assaulting.

"What? Are you sensitive here?" he inquired, gently rubbing his thumb over the spot for emphasis.

"Y-yes, Min, oh my God," you moaned out, desperate to have him reattach his lips to your skin. As if he could read your mind, he did just what you desired, focusing intently on your sensitive spots and relishing in the strangled moans you released as he did so.

You had almost completely lost yourself in the moment until yet another buzz came from your cellphone. Minho released an agitated noise before pulling away from the love-mark he had just embellished upon your neck.

"What the fuck does this guy want?" He read over the text message you were sent, scoffing in response. "A little too late to be texting this now," he remarked and set your phone back on the upper couch cushion.

"What did he say, Min?" Minho leaned back down seemingly even closer than he was before and pressed a short kiss to your temple.

"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart," Minho answered. "You're not seeing him again, and even if he does run into you, I think he'll get the message when he sees these marks all over your neck." Minho accompanied his words by glancing down at your neck; where there was once a smooth skin tone now housed marks of red, purple, and pink, almost resembling some form of a darkened sunset.

"They're so pretty," he whispered as he ran his fingers gently over the blemished marks. "I like seeing proof of my work on you. I want to mark you all over your body," he confessed, instead opting to mark your lips with a kiss in that moment.

"Lift up your arms for me," Minho babbled against your lips. "These clothes are getting in the way." You did just as you were commanded and raised your arms above your head. Minho made quick work of the baby blue crop top you had chosen to wear that day, pulling it over your head and leaving you topless with the exception of your bra.

"C'mon, get it all off for me," he directed you in regards to your bra. You reached your hands behind your back, attempting to undo the impossible clasp of the material. Minho offered to aid your struggle; his larger hands quickly replaced yours, and he was able to undo your bra in one swift motion. He instantaneously groaned at the sight of you, topless, and made specifically for him. He had imagined this scenario over the span of countless, lonely nights; his imagination had underestimated the mere sight of you because here you lay, even more perfect than he could have ever pictured.

"Can I touch you, baby?" he asked you, his words sounding desperate and sensual.

"Please do," you squeaked out, grabbing one of his hands and guiding them to your left breast. Minho took control from there, fondling the one breast as his mouth went to appease the other. The pleasure that erupted in your body was indescribable by words, only becoming conveyed by the loud moans that bounced off of the living room walls; every flick of Minho's tongue over your right nipple, every brush of his thumb over the left, and every sensation you felt on your chest made you rub your thighs together, begging for some sort of sweet relief. Minho picked up on your needy movements; therefore, he released your breasts from his suction and gently placed your hands on them instead.

"Keep playing with your tits for me," he instructed, "while I help you out down here, yeah?" You nodded desperately, feeling slightly embarassed from what he was asking you to do, but you obliged nevertheless, attempting to mirror his movements from before.

Minho, on the other hand, was slowly making his way down to your waistline, kissing every surface of your body he could while doing so. He made it to the band of your light grey sweatpants, and he hooked his thumb under the hem of both them and your underwear, managing to pull both articles down simultaneously and discarding them somewhere on the living room floor.

"Fuck," was all he could manage to spew out as he took you in. Your physical beauty, your scent, the slick already coating you, every aspect of your core was absolutely intriguing to him; it only made his ferality grow.

"I want to taste you," he confessed, not daring to make any movements upon you until he had your full consent. "Can I?"

"Please!" you nearly screamed, praying desparately for him to have his way with you. With your approval, Minho wasted no time in pleasing you. He started with slow kitty licks to your clitoris, eventually switching to alternations between licking and sucking on the sensitive bud, allowing his tongue to drag itself a bit lower down your folds each time. You let out an agonizing sigh of relief, which made its way past your lips in the form of a moan.

"Oh my God, Minho," you whimpered. "Just like that, please!" You continued to beg and plead and whimper and whine the whole way through Minho's work upon you.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste so good," he vibrated against your core, causing shock waves to coarse throughout your lower half. As your moans began to pick up in pace and pitch, as did Minho's movements in speed. He sucked, licked, and hummed against you at a moderate rhythm, giving rise to your back arching and your hips bucking. You felt a knot began to tighten in your stomach just as Minho pulled away, removing his cool, metal rings from his right hand. He tenderly took hold of your dominant hand and placed it where his mouth just was.

"I want you to play with your clit while I finger you," he told you bluntly, causing your cheeks to flush slightly. He took notice of your unease and so added on, "Can you do that for me?" as a way to both ask for your consent and make sure you were in a stable mindset to do so.

"Yes," you hoarsely stammered, "I can." To prove it, you leisurely began to rub your clit in small circles, moaning at the return of pleasureful contact. Minho smirked at your actions.

"Good girl," he praised as he slowly inserted his middle finger inside of you, pumping the singular digit slowly in and out of your vagina, curling it in order to brush against that sweet spot inside of you. Your maneuvers on yourself began to falter slightly as he inserted his ring finger as well, quickening his pace as he did so. You made an attempt to stifle your wanton, continuous moans; after all, you hated being too loud, always fearing someone would walk in and catch you in the act. Yet, Minho was not standing for this.

"No no," he stated while making eye contact with you, "let me hear you, baby. Be loud for me. Moan for me" Just like that, any hesitation within your body vanished, and you let every noise held within your vocal chords escape. Moans, groans, whimpers, whines, and everything in between filled the thin walls of your apartment.

"Attagirl." Minho took your noises as encouragement and began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, still managing to curl them at the opportune moments. You began to rub your clit in tempo-esque sync with Minho's fingers, both motions feeling inhumanely swift at this point.

"Min, I'm getting c-close," you mumbled out, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten further and your brain only focusing on your release.

"Yeah, baby?" he cooed as his fingers rapidly brushed against your G-Spot. "Cum for me then, baby. I want you to cum all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?" He never broke eye contact with you as he asked this, not once.

"I, I can try," you replied, attempting to laugh the nervousness off, but it instead came out gargled.

"Hm, good girls do what they're told. You wanna be a good girl for me, right?" Minho inquired, moving his fingers back down to a moderate pace.

"Yes, yes, yes, I do!" you stumbled over your repetition. "'M your good girl." Minho chuckled at your adorable, mind-numb antics.

"Then cum all over for me," he repeated, working his fingers back up to the swift pace they had stalled from. "You can do it, I know you can, baby." The combined pleasure of Minho's fingers gracing your G-Spot and your fingers massaging your clit all became too overwhelming at once. You felt yourself coming undone, and as such, your hips began to stutter and your thighs began to shake as you came down from your high. Your hands flew to grasp at the slick leather of the couch as Minho's fingers helped you ride out your high.

"Good girl," Minho eulogized as he removed both digits from your entrance and inserted them into his mouth, licking them clean of your arousal. He climbed back over top of you and planted a kiss of adoration on your forehead.

"You did so well for me, pretty girl," he ran a hand through your hair as he smiled earnestly at you. Your brain was too numb to respond with verbage, so you instead sat up and kissed Minho with more passion than you previously had. "That's my girl," he mumbled against your lips. You mustered up enough strength to push Minho on his back, his hands instantly crawling up to squeeze the plush of your ass.

"Your turn," you tiredly stated, causing a chuckle to escape Lee Know's mouth. He encapsulated you in yet another kiss as your hands traveled down to his black, ripped jeans. You quickly found the zipper, unzipping his pants while simultaneously, yet unintentionally, palming his erection and eliciting a needy groan from him. With a bit of help from him, you shimmied his jeans and his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free from its prior restraint. You took his shirt off of him just as fast, leaving both of you bare in front of one another.

"C'mere," he commanded, moving you forward on his lap to the point in which you were straddling him as he was sitting up. "Spread those legs for me." You shifted your position to where you were doing just that, giving him enough room to push up into you comfortably. "There you go," he praised before softly gripping your chin and pulling you into a brief yet fiery kiss.

"Look at me," Minho adjured you. "I don't want to miss a second of this pretty face." The compliment caused you to go red once more, making Minho in turn giggle. "Are you ready?" he asked before going forward.

"Yes, I have been, please, Min," you were not even sure what you were begging for, but Minho found it adorable nevertheless.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please fuck me."

Minho could not help but smirk at your bold comment as if to say, 'As you wish.' He adjusted his dick to align with your entrance and slowly but surely, inch by inch pushed himself inside of you. The stretch you felt from the endeavor was painful, yet delicious, and both you and Minho groaned from the feeling of one another's arousal. Minho was still for a minute, allowing for you to adjust to his length. Without warning, you began to slowly bounce on his length, taking Lee Know completely by surprise. Moans quickly refilled the apartment air, this time coming from both parties.

"Thereee you go," Minho groaned out as you continued your movements, his hands bracing themselves on your hips both to steady you and to keep himself in tact. "Move those hips for me baby."

A plethora of praises began to feel the air as you sped up your movements on Minho's cock, consisting of, 'That's it, baby,' 'Keep doing that,' and the ever so common, 'Yes, yes, yes!' along with multiple swears that adorned the vicinity. All reasonable judgment had left the area, with both you and Minho becoming concerned with each other's pleasure ass moans and movements began to become more frequent.

This statement only proved its factuality as Minho heard a buzzing sound coming from behind him. Your movements began to slow down as you heard it too; of course, it was your phone that was responsible. Minho grabbed your phone and scoffed, a sly, 'fuck,' falling from his lips as he read the caller ID.

"Look who it is again," he laughed sarcastically, showing you the phone screen as you continued your dulled thrusts. "And he's calling this time." Minho pondered for a moment before an idea came into his head. Amidst the noises of skin slapping, he asked you, "Should I answer it?" Your face instantly contorted into an expression of worry and anxiety.

"No, no, Min. D-don't answer it," you stammered out in a mix of breathlessness and fret.

"Are you sure? I think he's g-getting kind of worried," Minho retorted, the cockiness evident in his tone. Despite your wishes, he picked up the call.

"Hello?" Almost instantaneously, you clenched around Minho, both out of worry and exhileration. It was an anxiety-stricken situation, that was for certain; however, something about the confidence Minho exerted in that moment turned you on, so much so to the point where you accidentally let out a high pitched moan.

"Shh," Minho held a hand over your mouth, holding the phone away from you both. "You don't want him to hear you moaning like this, do you?" You shook your head no as Minho smirked and brought your phone back to his ear. "Sorry, what was that? Yeah, she's busy with me right now, but if you want me to leave a message for you, I can. You sure? Alright, no problem. Take care, man." Minho finally hung up the phone. "I think he got the message."

Although you could not hear the other end of the conversation, you were almost positive the guy could ear the lewd noises coming from your side of the receiver. It should have embarrassed you to no end, but it only made your eroticism grow. As such, you bounced harder and faster on Minho's cock, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure and release a string of swears.

"Fuck, baby. You were squeezing me so tightly while I was on the phone," he remarked about the gesture you had hoped he had not tooken notice of. "Were you that nervous or was it that," he stopped his interrogation to caputre you in yet again another passionate kiss, "you liked it? Hm?"

You could not bring yourself to answer him verbally, instead allowing moan upon moan to be uttered. Minho did not mind, however, instead allowing the both of you to become lost within your pleasure. With the pace you had set for the occasion, it was not long until you found yourself nearing a second orgasm, and from the way Minho's hips had began to stutter against your own and his whines becoming more high pitched, you figured it was the same case for him. He proved you correct moments later.

"Close, 'M close," he repeated several times over. "Keep going. Just like that for me, yeah?" His hands grasped your hips, aiding you in swiftening your movements on his cock, bouncing faster than you had ever been able to manage before. "Where baby? Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside," you replied without hesitation. Your answer surprised Minho initially, but it quickly morphed into excitement. Minho felt his orgasm creeping up on him, so he buried his head into the crook of your neck, thrusting his hips into your own as he quickly tried to bring himself to release.

You, on the other hand, felt yourself already coming undone once more, and Minho's additional thrusts were the straws that broke the camel's back. You saw stars as your second orgasm hit, feeling more intense than the first by a longshot. The sight itself alone was enough to arouse Minho to completion, and he let himself go, realising thick white ropes of cum inside of you and groaning immensely while doing so.

As both of you came down from your respective highs, you laid your head on Minho's chest, your breathing heavy and your blood pumping. Minho held you close to him, not wanting to let you go in that moment.

"Damn," he finally broke the silence with a chuckle. He lifted your head up towards him, muttering a, 'c'mere' as he brought you in for a kiss, this one much less intense than the ones prior.

"You did so well, baby," he rubbed your arms as he spoke. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," was all you could mumble against him. You somehow felt weak yet on Cloud 9 at the same time. It was a weird feeling, but exhilerating none the less. You attempted to lift yourself off of Minho, but the boy's strong arms kept you held down.

"Let's just stay like this for a little while, yeah?" You nodded, bringing yourself to lie down on top of Minho. "Are you alright, Princess?"

"Mhm," you sleepily mumbled. "You?"

"Well, I didn't expect to be doing this tonight, but yes. I am great." Minho looked up at the sight of you: your hair stuck to your forehead once more, beads of sweat cascaded like waterfalls down your body, and you were ninety-nine percent sure your makeup was running. Yet, Minho thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he vocalized it.

"I look like the personified spawn of Satan right now, Minho." Minho could not help but burst into a fit of laughter at your words.

"You're always beautiful to me," he retorted. You smiled down at him, feeling yourself doze off in his arms, but not before he muttered one more thing:

"So, no more of him then, right?"

[lostintransist]

Listen all I gotta say is price and Johnny are the type to bear hug you during sex. I mean like fully encompassing your whole body, holding you as close as possible with their strong ass grip while they’re balls deep in you. That’s all, thank you and have a great day :)

Oooh anon I like the way you think. Let me posit a few ideas for you. Because brevity is NOT a skill I possess all my thoughts are below the fold.

MDNI 18+, Female reader (because it fits the narrative I want to write today)

CW: Pap smears and doctors appointments mentioned, sex (obviously), mentions of lubrication and anatomy lessons (because if I have to read one more 'it's so tight' I am going to start fight club in your comments. If the vagina is 'tight' it isn't aroused! Vaginas are small when not being used for pleasure or producing a human.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny bear hugs you, but not frequently. The first time it happened he had been hounding you all day for some action. You put him off with a smile and wore your prettiest day dress out for errands. "I can't miss my appointment today Johnny, and if I leave now I can get some shopping done."

He goes with you obviously because he hasn't seen you in weeks because of his job and spending time with you even at an appointment is better than missing you from home.

You didn't mention and he failed to ask what kind of appointment you had. Imgagine his delight shock to see you strip off your dress with absolutely nothing underneath because you have a yearly physical.

Let's not even argue the point that Johnny is horrified to see how a pap smear goes and apologizes the rest of the day that you have to do that as a part of having him as a newer partner. [I hate pap smears so much...Like I want to fist fight god for making them a thing that needs to happen.]

It takes him a couple hours to get over the sick feeling in his stomach. You had been mid conversation when the provider reached up and flipped down the sheet covering your breasts. They pressed and prodded all without either of you acknowleding what was happening. Was that normal? (It absolutely is.)

When you do finally let him convince (Lets not lie you also wanted this all day) you to bed end up riding him as he orgasms. His arms snake out and pull you to his chest, the powerful bands of his muscles holding you tight to his chest as he shudders below you. He is overwhelmed and in awe of the things you have to do to keep your body healthy and how part of those things are his fault.

It does prevent you from coming like you wanted but Johnny, once he can see again, takes care of you before settling you both in a bath.

Captain John Price

This man is so used to being in charge that the first time he sinks home into you he is snaking his arms around you to bear hug you to his chest.

"If you move even a bit I am going to explode inside you like a fourteen year old boy and his first time touching a lover," he growls into your shoulder.

He didn't need to use lube on the regular but after you explained he quickly agreed.

"John you could do hours of foreplay and I would still not produce enough fluid to make this an enjoyable experiance for either of us." You smile uncomfortably as his eyebrows tuck downward in confusion. With a shrug you continue, "My body does all the other normal things."

"Normal things like what?" Ah man, he did it now. Education on bodies that had vaginas would always get you on a rant. "So you know how in media the common thing to say about a vagina when inserting a penis is 'oh it's so tight' because it is supposed to feel good for a man?"

John leans back in his chair, contemplation exchanged for his look of confusion. "Yes, go on."

"Okay. When a penis gets erect it grows in size and shape typically, so does a vagina. An unaroused vagina is only about 2 inches in length but when aroused it grows to on average about 4. The rush of blood down there allows it to become more elastic and accomodate many shapes and sizes."

At John's nod you continue, because you know that this can be an uncomfortable topic but you refused to go to bed with a man who didn't care enough to understand how your body works.

"Typically with arousal the vagina creates a lot of fluid to help with insertion." "Isn't that what precum is about too?" Biting your lip you decide if you are going to ruin his day. "No. What we call precum is a cleaning fluid because pee and baby batter use the same tubing in a penis."

"Oh." He looks mildy uncomfortable with this information. Well in for a penny in for a pound. "All that to say, I would love to have sex with you but we will need to use lube because my body doesn't produce enough fluid and the fluid you make isn't really what I will need."

John thought about that conversation as he sank home, the plushness of your thighs bracketing his hips. Shoving one arm behind your neck and the other under your back as you lay under him he focuses on breathing.

Lord only knows that an anatomy lesson from you would be what nearly sends him over the edge. When you start twitching under him he holds you tighter, a slight wheeze escaping your chest.

"Dove I am getting older and don't recover like I used to, give me another ten seconds and then I will fuck you like I'm trying to touch your brain."

That delightful little sentence had you clenching around him, but your hips stopped shifting. Damn, he might need to ask his doctor for some little blue pills because one round a night with you might not be enough.

I'm so totally normal about these fictional characters...yep.. totally normal.

[watermelonlovershigh]

i went through your masterlist and i saw you wrote about the reader being insecure about having an outie (literally thank you for even writing about it !! i’ve never seen anyone write about that insecurity before) and i was wondering if you could write about the reader not letting harry go down on her bc she’s insecure about her outtie and harry doesn’t know about her insecurity until he questions why he can’t eat her out and he’s all loving to her afterwards ☺️

"Can I taste you?" /SMUT/

AN: i loved this ask as soon as i seen it because a perfect scenario of how i wanted this to go came to me. and thank you. outies are the most common for women to have. but all vaginas are beautiful. i hope you enjoy and remember to send your feedback to let me know how i've done. thanks for reading. xoxo ps. i debated on posting this today or not after the events that happened two days ago, but i hope by posting this it can distract some of your minds from the devastation of recent tragedies.

This story contains: mentions of a verbally abusive ex, body insecurities, comfort, smut (female receiving oral sex), fluff

{ boyfriendrry - soft!harry - au!harry - dating for three months }

word count- 2,512

You have major insecurities about how your body looks due to an ex boyfriend, so when your current boyfriend Harry asks if he can taste you for the first time, your reaction forces him to give you comforting words to easy your worries.

Over the course of three months, you and Harry have been dating and it's been an incredible experience. Normally, you spend your time at each other's homes, watching films or playing board games. But recently, Harry has been putting more effort into making your time together special. Therefore, when Friday comes, he wanted to take you out for a pleasant dinner instead of remaining indoors throughout the evening.

It's worthy to note that your relationship was initiated by mutual friends. Tina, a friend from your college years, and Carter, who works with Harry, were neighbors growing up. Upon discovering they both had a single friend from their separate lives, they took the initiative to set the two of you up. Although you felt quite anxious about the blind date, you now have no regrets, as it's introduced you to the wonderful person that Harry was.

Another important detail regarding your relationship is that the most intimate you've gotten is making out. You informed Harry on your first date that you wanted to take things slow, and he's respected that boundary. Your first kiss was shared approximately five dates in, and you didn't engage in making out until the sixth date. Although you very much desire going further with your sexy boyfriend, your fear of intimacy is getting in the way, which stems from some very hurtful things your verbally abusive ex once said to you. It's brought your confidence way down and the idea of having sex ever again terrifies you.

Your dinner date was delightful. Harry brought you to an Italian restaurant situated in downtown London, where you had great conversations and delicious pasta. After your meal, Harry invited you back to his place, and you found it hard to say no. You appreciated the warmth and coziness of his charming house. Unlike the standard apartment or house of many millennial guys, Harry's home had the inviting essence of a grandparent's house, specifically the ones that were smoke-free.

As you arrived back to his house, both of you made your way to his couch, where the atmosphere began to shift drastically. During the car journey, it was clear that Harry was restless, his hand lingering on your thigh as he navigated the road. Yet, this version of Harry is unlike any you've previously seen. He kisses you with an intensity that's almost primal, and you find yourself responding eagerly. His large hands gently holds your jaw as your mouths align, and your tongues dance together.

With a brief pause from your lips, Harry begins trailing kisses down your jaw until he reaches your neck. Although he hadn't ventured this far before, the pleasure was so intense that you don't think to stop him. However, your response to his soft inquiry against your warm skin—"Can I taste you? Hhm? I really wanna taste you."—caused your entire body to freeze. This reaction leads Harry to withdraw his lips, concerned that he was progressing too quickly for your comfort tonight.

"Shit, m'sorry. I shouldn't have asked that. Forget I said anythin'. Can just keep kissin' if you'd like. Or not. We can cuddle if you're more comfortable with that. Whatever you want." Nervous Harry tends to ramble a lot, you've come to learn.

The sight of Harry's distress concerning your potential rejection of his suggestion evokes a feeling of sadness within you. You want Harry to, have a taste, as he puts it. You're certain of his talents in that department. Yet, the notion of him seeing you entirely fills you with anxiety. "Um, no, it's not that I don't want you to. It's just um... well..."

"What is it, Y/n? You can tell me. I'd never judge you?" Harry speaks softly, wanting you to know he'd never judge you for your reasoning, nor would he push you to do anything you didn't want to do. It was a mere suggestion on his part from being in the heat of the moment.

With a deep breath, you decide to share, "Um, my ex, the one I've mentioned before...... Well, anytime we'd get intimate, having sex or other things, he would constantly criticize my body. He would highlight specific areas that he found unappealing, often saying how I didn't look like his past partners. He even suggested that I get surgery to resemble the women he viewed in porn." It's now apparent that his addiction to pornography significantly influenced his views, causing him to adopt an unrealistic standard of beauty for women to have.

Shocked, Harry exclaims with anger bubbling in his chest, "I can't believe he would say such things to you. M'sorry. I want you to know that I would never think or express those words to you. Every body is uniquely different, and that's what makes us who we are. When you're ready for us to be fully intimate with one another, please remember that your appearance will never concern me."

His warm words have a profound effect on your heart. Although the remarks from your ex continue to echo in your thoughts, the notion of Harry eating you out becomes increasingly enticing. Dismissing your anxieties, you respond with certainty, "We can... I mean, you can if that's what you want to do. I trust you, Harry. It’s not that I was ever against the idea of you eating me out or us eventually having sex. Just um, my ex's criticisms left me feeling insecure about how you would view my body. But after sharing what I did, I feel better about it and trust you enough to go there with you."

Harry looks directly in your eyes before confirming, "You sure? I don't have to if you think it's too much tonight. We can always wait until you feel more comfortable."

"I'm sure, Harry." If he keeps stalling and looking for your reassurance, it may lead to you overthinking the situation and reconsider your permission. The quicker he begins, the better. Harry leans in to place a final kiss on your lips before he slowly kneels down in front of you. With a measured pace, he starts kissing up your jean covered legs, moving from your knees to your upper thighs. When you felt his fingers exploring your empty belt loops, you gave a nod, giving him the go-ahead to slide the fabric down.

After your jeans have been entirely taken off and carelessly thrown onto the living room floor for later attention, Harry looks down and notices a wet patch on the front of your underwear. A smile forms on his face, pleased to see that you've become so aroused just from kissing. He wonders how you've manage to stay so composed during your past make out sessions when things didn't progress further like they are tonight. He's knows for himself personally, he often had to sneak away to the bathroom to relieve himself after your dates when lengthy kissing sessions were involved.

In a display of bravery, instead of waiting for Harry to ask if he could pull down your panties, you raise your hips from the couch and start removing them yourself. You consciously avoid looking down, fearful of his reaction, and keep your eyes fixated on the ceiling. When Harry catches sight of the lower half of your exposed body, he appears bewildered, unable to identify any imperfections that your previous partner could have mentioned. You look completely normal in his eyes.

In the past, Harry has slept with several women and with each one, has appreciated their bodies as they were. To him, as a grown ass man, pussy is pussy, regardless if the women was clean shaven or rocking a bush. Whether her lower lips were petite or more pronounced, he found all variations to be perfectly normal and enjoyable. (As long as they were clean, hygiene wise, of course.) Just like he's aware no two dicks look the same either.

"Y/n, look at me."

You cast a hesitant glance downward, where you notice a gentle smile on Harry's face, making his dimples pop out more prominently. He extends his hands to grasp yours, which are resting at your sides, and speaks in a soothing tone, "Do you know what I see, Y/n? Hm? I see a perfectly normal vagina. It appears entirely typical. In my past experiences with various women, I can honestly say that many of them resembled yours. I believe what yours looks like is quite common, at least based on what I've seen in person. What is often seen in porn is largely artificial. Many of those women undergo surgeries to achieve those Barbie lookin' genitals. So do not allow anyone to convince you that this *gestures towards your pussy with his hands* is anythin' but natural, normal."

His sincere compliments nearly bring you to the brink of tears. Where has Harry been all your life? He's always so kind and nurturing. His personality is completely different from any man you have ever dated or had a fling with. He seems to be the epitome of perfection, and you're starting to think that you might be in love with him, even after just three months of dating.

Just before he starts, Harry asks a final question. "One last question before I begin. Did your ex at least manage to make you come when he ate you out?" He's eager to know this information to ensure that he can provide an exceptional performance, aiming for you to come hard from just his tongue alone.

Shaking your head, you respond embarrassedly, "No, um, he typically only spent a few minutes down there, and it was never long enough for me to reach an orgasm." It perplexed him how any man, apart from a gay man of course, could limit themselves to just a few minutes of giving oral pleasure to a female, when he personally could easily immerse himself in a woman's pussy for an eternity. Engaging in such acts may very well be his greatest passion.

"We'll have to change that, won't we." Harry speaks seductively right over your damp pussy, his hot breath bringing chills up your spine, and moving one of his hands out of your grasp to rest on your pubic bone. Maintaining eye contact, you observe as Harry leans in and traces a broad line from the hole in which your dripping from, up to your clitoris. He then proceeds to circle his tongue languidly around your clit while his thumb holds back the hood for more exposure, prompting you to arch your body against the couch in pleasure. The sensation his tongue is giving you is far more pleasurable than any experience you had with your previous partner(s).

With one hand still intertwined with yours, which remains at your side, Harry stays persistent in licking, sucking, and almost devouring your entire pussy as if he hasn't eaten all day. He eats you like a starved man. Eventually, he lets go of your other hand and splays it out on your bare thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs wider for him. You find it increasingly difficult to keep your legs from closing as he concentrates on your throbbing clit.

Harry realizes now that your hands are no longer in his, they seem to be longing for something to hold again. Momentarily withdrawing from your slick cunt, he instructs, "Put your hands in my hair. I don't mind. Pull and tug as you please; it won't hurt me, promise." With a hint of hesitation, you comply. You lace your fingers through his brown curls and as soon as his mouth returns to your clit, you can't help but tug on his hair, drawing him impossibly closer to your core.

He carries on for another three minutes, making your sensitivity levels escalate and your body grow warmer. With one final, firm tug on his hair, you cry out, "Oh my God! Mhm, fuck! I'm gonna come, Har......Harryy!" At that moment, an overwhelming sensation washes over you. As Harry continues to flick his tongue over your pulsating clit, you hold his head tightly against you, not caring whether he can breath or not in the moment. As the intense orgasm envelopes you, your mind becomes completely empty of any worries or thoughts.

Slowly, the intensity of your high starts to subside, leaving you breathless on Harry's couch as he gradually removes his mouth from your sensitive pussy. While your eyes focus their gaze on the ceiling, you felt the soft caresses of Harry's thumbs tracing circles on your bare thighs, which finally compels you to look down. The first thing you notice is his face covered in a glossy substance from having been nestled between your legs, and then a smile that was unmistakably joyful.

You're completely lost for words. That may have been a stronger orgasm then you've ever given yourself. "So...." Harry begins nervously, "how was that?"

"Um.... wow, that was.....just wow."

Harry finds amusement in how he's rendered you at a loss of words. "Made you speechless, have I?" he teased. You nod in agreement, prompting him to continue. "See, I promised you there was nothin' to fear. Your pussy is as beautiful as it is tasty. You should never feel self-conscious with me; I'd never pass judgment on you for somethin' out of your control." His honesty touches your heart. He consistently proves himself to be a true gentleman, elevating your standards for men to a very high level. You really hope this relationship lasts, because you believe it'll be difficult to find someone as perfect as Harry ever again.

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Harry assisted you in cleaning up and asked if you'd like to stay the night. You had spent nights together in the past, alternating between each other's homes, but those times generally involved sharing a bed without cuddling, as Harry was uncertain about your comfort with such closeness. However tonight, after he'd seen you half naked with his face between your legs, your comfort level had clearly advanced beyond what it had been previously.

After both of you got into bed, you remained on your individual sides until you felt bold enough to initiate cuddling with your boyfriend. You realized that Harry was being cautious still, so you decided to move closer, laying your head on his chest and draping your left arm over his waist. "Is this alright?" you quietly asked in the dark room.

Harry quickly loosed his stiff body up and wrapped his arms around you, so he could hold you close. Whispering back, Harry replied, "Definitely alright. I love cuddles." Now that you know Harry loved cuddles, you'll have to give him cuddles more often.

Soon sleep found you both and the house became quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was your soft breathing and the rustling of trees outside. After tonight, you feel way more confident to go further with Harry. Matter of fact, you hope you can go further with him really soon. Just the thought of that brings excitement to you, and certain parts of your body.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[khepiari]

Currently watching: Dead Boy Detective Agency!

I saw on twitter someone share that Yaoi would save Edwardian era repressed queer school boy!

Yaoi saved my world people, I am not even Edwardian schoolboy. I am last of 90s born millennial. You regular het people don’t understand. How starved I was for queer stories when I was a child and a dumb teenager. Because if I had seen more young queers going through this cocktail of angsty sexual awakening and confusion on screen, I wouldn’t have just followed my school senior like a lost puppy on my bicycle. I would’ve had actual words to pinpoint what I felt for her. 😪

Finding BL manga/anime and low budget Japanese BL tv series has been right of passage for many queer people like me. Yes many queers among them have vagina and no cocks, but BL has been that medium and gateway for so many of us to the realisation that we are not straight.

I am glad Neil Gaiman has been working hard to give us all sort of Queer love, because when I was growing up I needed my Nina and Maggie, I needed my Aziraphale and Crowley and I also needed Edwin and Charles. I am glad today’s kids will not be starved and unaware because heterosexuality was so overwhelmingly dictating their formative years.

[littlefireball]

ᴡʏ|ᴘᴏᴏʟ ꜱ*x (ᴍ)

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ/ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ/ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛᴇ/ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ/ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx/ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3ᴋ

"Fuck!Y/N!" Wooyoung mind was full of erotic fantasies: you panting underneath him, repeatedly calling out his name; your warm and moist wall enveloping his large cock and occasionally sucking his shaft, making him excited. "Fuck~~" Feeling himself about to climax, Wooyoung increased the speed of his right hand, and finally, with a shout, he came all over the tissue. He gasped for air, slowly calming down and throwing away the tissue.

He couldn't even count how many times he had masturbated today. Ever since you appeared in front of him, his sexual desire had been like a wildfire, ceaseless. You and he were just friends, but his feelings for you clearly went beyond friendship. You were so beautiful─your smile always touched people's hearts, your gentle eyes exuded kindness and warmth. He had liked you for a long time, but he never dared to confess, afraid that you didn't like him back.

-----

"Wooyoung, wanna hang out with us?" Yunho knocked on the door.

"No, I'm going to sleep. Don't know why I'm so tired."

"Okay, rest well."

"I knew he wouldn't come! If you had said Y/N was going out with us, he would have definitely come out." Despite San intentionally speaking softly, Wooyoung could hear him loud and clear.

"Shhhh!! Don't be that loud! He will hear us!" Seonghwa quickly reminded them to be quiet.

"Tsk... those guys..." Wooyoung ignored the others outside and fell asleep, gradually entering dreamland.

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"Fuck!! Wooyoung!! You are so big!!" His cock entered your vagina, and a warm sensation drove him crazy.

"Oh! Y/N! You feel so good!" He started thrusting, pushing deep inside, hitting your soft flesh.

"Ahh!! Wooyoung! I'm gonna cum!" The passion inside you burst forth at the sound of your lover's nickname...

"!!!" He woke up suddenly from the dream, sweating profusely. "Did I...!?" He wiped his forehead and sighed, noticing his slight erection. He had already cum several times, and yet he still remained unsatisfied.

"What's wrong with me?"

He shook his head helplessly, realizing that his sexual desire was particularly strong today. But he had no interest in masturbating anymore; he just wanted to sleep and extinguish the burning desire. However, the erotic thoughts in his mind kept driving away the sleep, making it impossible for him to fall asleep again.

"Fine. Just go swimming!" If sleeping wouldn't work, he decided to do some exercise to tire himself out and hopefully make those thoughts disappear.

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He dove into the water, his head slightly tilted back, legs moving in a continuous swimming motion, arms stroking powerfully in alternating movements. The cool pool water helped him calm down, and his tense body finally relaxed.

"Ah, I should have come swimming earlier!" He sat by the pool to rest, raising his head to look at the moon hanging high in the sky, the stars dotted in the night sky like a captivating painting.

Just as he was immersed in the moment, a voice pulled him back to reality.

"Wooyoung?" He quickly turned around and saw you walking towards him step by step. Even though you were dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts, you were still enchanting in Wooyoung's eyes.

"Y...Y/N?" He stammered, feeling guilty as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

"Why do you look at me as if you've seen a ghost?"

You smiled with confusion, sitting by the pool and dipping your feet in the water.

"More frightening than a ghost..." He muttered under his breath, deliberately lowering his voice so you couldn't hear him.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. By the way, why are you here? I thought you couldn't swim." He quickly changed the topic, lying down and pretending to be tired, afraid of you noticing his erection again.

"Can't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. I saw you when passing by the pool. How about you? Are you swimming so late at night?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep either, so I decided to come swimming."

"But there's no lifeguard now, right?"

"Shh!! Don't be so loud, it might cause trouble if we're found out!"

"Oh? So you sneaked in too?"

"Aren't you sneaking in as well?"

"But I don't swim." The two of you bantered like elementary school kids, the process was quite amusing, and the laughter echoed as if afraid that others couldn't hear it.

"I thought you would go out with Yunho and the others. Since we're here in the countryside for a rare vacation, shouldn't you go out and explore?" Wooyoung asked.

Yes, you and the four of them had come to the countryside for a vacation, enjoying the rare holidays.

"Aren't you also not going out with them?"

"I'm just tired."

"Oh? Do you get tired too? Aren't you the most energetic one?" Your joke made him blush and turn his head awkwardly.

"I...I'm going swimming, it's too cold lying down.

Watch him swimming gracefully and fluently. His body lines were soft and his muscles distinct, moving like a fish in the water. This made you unable to help but fall into his beauty. Like him, your insatiable desire ignited unconsciously.

"I look handsome, right?" His words brought you back to reality, and you blushed instantly, avoiding his gaze, not knowing how to respond.

"I noticed that you've been staring at me." He approached the pool again, revealing a charming smile.

"I...I...you're the only thing moving by the pool! Of course, I would naturally look at you!" He couldn't help but chuckle, your explanation was too cute. Embarrassed, you couldn't continue and decided to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To the room. I'm tired."

"Hey! Y/N- Watch out!"

As you hurriedly walked away, you lost your balance on the slippery ground and fell into the water. Your legs accidentally broke the water surface, creating a splash. You desperately tried to grab onto something around you but couldn't stabilize your body.

"Are you okay??" Wooyoung nervously helped you up.

"Cough- I was so scared." Out of nervousness and fear, you didn't hesitate to cling to Wooyoung's arms.

"Be careful next time, the ground is slippery."

"Hmm... my clothes are soaked, I have to change for a new set."

He unintentionally looked down at your wet upper body. Your chest pressed against his chest and your cleavage fully exposed. The wet white shirt clung to your skin, outlining your graceful curves, and even the sight of your bra was clear. Needless to say, his erect member pressed directly against your lower body, as if eagerly wanting to enter you.

"Fuck..." Wooyoung bit his lip, not knowing what to do, and tried to retract his hand from your waist, but touching your waist made him even more embarrassed.

You suddenly held onto his arms, not letting him go, and shyly bowed your head, softly saying, "Don't move...others might see..."

"Ah...I...you..." His thoughts couldn't function in the blurred mind, unable to form a complete sentence.

"And do you...need help too?" Wooyoung stared at your blushing cheeks, dumbfounded and unable to believe what he just heard. His eyes widened, his chin slightly dropped, and although he tried to close his mouth, his jaw naturally opened.

You didn't know where your confidence came from but didn't consider the possibility of him rejecting you outright and cutting ties with you as a loose woman.

Ah, you really are an idiot.

"Then how can you help me?" He tilted his head, his eyes teasing, and moved closer to you.

"Can I kiss you?" Ah, you've really gone crazy! How could you say something like that? Your mouth is always faster than your brain, blurting things out without thinking.

"I...I...am..." Just as you wanted to apologize, he unexpectedly kissed you.

You felt his soft lips gently cover yours, and a warm feeling surged in your heart. You couldn't help but open your lips, following his kiss. The two of you intertwined your tongues, your breaths overlapping, bringing an infinite sense of sweetness. His hands caressed your hair, stroking your cheeks, and then moved to your waist, creating an indescribable intimacy. Your hands slowly wrapped around his neck, drawing yourself closer to his body. You gradually became entangled, the kisses becoming deeper. The occasional bird chirps, the faint sound of the wind, gradually disappeared in their kiss, only the clear sound of your kissing lingering in your ears.

His hands moved along your waistline to the hem of your clothes, pulling it up. You followed his movements and raised your hands, letting him take off your T-shirt and casually throwing it on the shore.

"I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too." What? Did he really not mishear? An expression of disbelief appeared on his face again, and he couldn't help but kiss your lips. His hands caressed your back, and the cold touch gave you goosebumps but couldn't lower your body temperature.

"I want you, Wooyoung," you left his lips and whispered in his ear.

"But I don't have a condom."

"It's fine. I'll take the pill."

Your lips fiercely intertwined again, the passionate atmosphere evident in the fiery kiss. Your tongues entangled wildly, the kisses no longer gentle but filled with desire and fervor. He caressed your round buttocks, tracing circles along the lines, then moved to the waistband and pulled it down along with the underwear. Your lips momentarily parted from each other, and he lowered his swim trunks to his thighs, freeing his cock.

His size surprised you, the reddened and slightly purple glans still clearly visible on the water's surface. "Tell me if it hurts," you nodded in response, and he gently pressed against your lower body, easily sliding into your inner walls with the help of the water's flow.

"Fuck!! Wooyoung!! You are so big!!" The scene in his dreams came true: you were moaning underneath of him, calling out his name from time to time. When he thrusted, your mouth formed an 'O' shape, astonished by how amazing and well-fitted his size was for you. He lifted your legs to allow you to straddle his waist, fully adapting to each other.

"Please move, Young." Oh fuck! This turns him on harder. He thrusts forcefully, plunging deep with the assistance of the water's flow.

"Fuck! Wooyoung!!" He began thrusting. The speed wasn't fast or slow; the intensity was just right, not too strong to cause pain. The water followed his movements, occasionally splashing against the edge of the pool. You closed the distance between each other, the breaths spraying on your skin, the contrasting cold and hot sensations giving you goosebumps.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Your back arched, head resting against the edge of the pool, eyes tightly closed, feeling the satisfaction in your lower body.

"You feel so good, Y/N," he bent down, burying his head in your neck, licking away the dew on your skin, greedily inhaling your scent. His lips brushed against your neck, planting kisses on every inch of skin, occasionally nibbling and leaving crimson red marks. His cock hit your soft flesh without any error, causing your body to writhe with each thrust.

"Mmm~ Harder, please." Upon hearing your request, he braced his hands against the pool edge and began to accelerate and exert more force.

"Ah!! Fuck!!" His skin pressed against your buttocks, hitting without mercy. Your back collided with the cold wall, making a loud banging sound. You felt him penetrate deeper and deeper, the distance between the two of you getting narrower, and your legs bending more.

Your chests pressed tightly against each other, feeling each other's body temperature, breaths, and even hearing the pounding heartbeat clearly. With each deep penetration, you couldn't help but hold your breath.

"Ha! Ha! Emm-" You buried your head in his neck, eyes tightly closed, moaning softly. Unable to make loud noises, you could only make muffled sounds, but it was enough to excite Wooyoung.

Suddenly, he increased his speed, catching you off guard and causing you to moan loudly. "Ahh!! Fuck, Wooyoung!! Slow down!!"

"You don't want me to slow down, I know."

"Fuckkkk!!"

"Louder, my girl." You no longer cared if anyone heard, shouting loudly and clearly for anyone passing by to hear.

"Ah-!!" Wooyoung felt himself nearing climax, and his thrusts became sloppy and lost their rhythm.

"Fuck!" After both of you moaned loudly, you and Wooyoung reached climax together, and Wooyoung kissed your forehead before slowly pulling out of you.

"Was this okay for my first time?" Wooyoung eagerly anticipated your answer, his face filled with pride.

"Why are you so direct?" You lightly tapped his chest, shyly burying your face in his chest, pursing your lips, and softly said in his ear, "It was great."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, his unrestrainable smile looking like that of a child, filled with pride.

"Let's go back? You must be cold." You nodded, and he kissed your lips again.

You both returned to the shore, and he thoughtfully wrapped towels around yourselves, holding onto your waist with one hand and embracing you tightly, intertwining your arms. He gathered his courage and decided to confess his feelings.

"Y/N? Can you be my girlfriend?" Upon hearing these long-awaited words, you couldn't contain your smile any longer, nodding vigorously.

"Yes."

He joyfully lifted you up and twirled you around, and you exclaimed in surprise. He put you back on the ground and pecked your cheek. Your arms wrapped around each other, deeply intertwined. Cheeks gently pressed against each other, the soft warmth and breath entwining, as if creating a small and safe island for the two of you. In this embrace, time seemed to stop, and the two of you became the entire world.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more."

[thewailingbells]

Can I request Bubba Sawyer not really understanding what his female S/O period is. All he knows is that he saw blood on the sheets and thinks there's an emergency. Maybe he gets very protective when Y/N explains the whole thing.

A Bit of Blood

AN: Sorry this took so long! I had a very busy month but everything has finally started to calm down.

Warnings: This entire fic is about periods, so if that grosses you out, don’t read!

The sun is brightly shown through the thin curtains, gently nudging you awake. The persistent morning light became too much to bear. You let out an annoyed groan and rolled over on your side. You sought refuge from the persistent morning sun in your lover’s chest. Today was a rare day in the Sawyer household; it was quiet and calm. From the limited amount of time you had spent with the family, you concluded that they knew very little about those two concepts.

Nubbins was out in town taking photographs for his collection, Drayton was at the gas station working hard to get everything set up for the week, and Chop-Top was still in Vietnam.

That left only you and Bubba at home. He slept soundly in bed beside you. Despite his imposing size, there was a gentle calmness about him as he slept. You couldn't help but admire your big, gentle, manly lover, asleep and vulnerable, whose features softened in repose rather than the stern, concerned look he usually expresses.

Bubba’s eyes fluttered open. A smile appeared on his face when he realized you were right in front of him. He let out a squeal of happiness and pulled you into his chest. You giggled and hugged him back, enjoying his tight embrace. Despite the lovely moment you were having, Bubba was a morning person. Once he woke up, he was filled with energy. Bubba said something you couldn’t quite understand before wiggling out of your grasp. You sighed and rolled over to lay on your stomach.

Bubba began to follow his usual routine. Pull the blankets down, get out of bed, pull the blankets back up to cover you, and give you a kiss. Except this time, he let out an animalistic squeal. You quickly shot up in bed and turned to face him.

“Bubba! What’s wrong? What happened.”

He continued to make concerned noises. Bubba pointed to the bed. You jumped out of the bed to see what was wrong with it. Your heart sank. There was blood. Bubba began to cry. He gently patted the bottom of your butt, and you could only assume there was a blood mark there too.

You looked at him with loving eyes. You grabbed his rough hands with your soft ones. “Bubba, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”

He shook his head. You obviously weren’t okay! You are bleeding! That means you are hurt! Bubba started sobbing. “I’m sorry I hurt you I didn’t mean it I want to help you but I don’t know how to do that and I don’t want you to die so please don’t die,” he said. While the words weren’t exactly spoken in proper English, you were able to get the gist of what he was trying to say.

You squeezed his hands. “Listen to me. I am not going to die. This is normal for me. I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded. You smiled at him and sat down on the bloodstained bed. If you bleed more, it doesn’t matter; the sheets are already ruined. Bubba stayed standing up. He was too concerned to sit.

You used the most gentle tone you could. “Bubba. As you know, I am a woman. That means I have a different body than you. You’ve seen me naked many times. Whether we were showering together, having sex, or you just walked in on me changing, remember how I told you not to cum inside me?"

He nodded. Of course he remembered, but that didn’t explain why you were bleeding! There is no time to waste! If he waits too long to tend to the wound, you could bleed out. Despite his inner thoughts, he stayed put and listened. Bubba played with his bracelet to calm himself.

“There was a reason why I told you that. Bubba. If you cum inside me, I have a baby. Once a month, when I don’t have a baby, I bleed out of my vagina.”

Before you can continue, Bubba is pulling down his pants. You quickly stopped him. “Bubba! That doesn’t mean I want a baby! We’re too young for that.”

He whines. “The baby will stop the bleeding you need a baby now!”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t work like that. Not exactly, at least. The bleeding does hurt, but I would rather bleed than have a baby. Usually I just have cramps, headaches, dizziness, fatigue, mood swings, and a few other things.”

Bubba started crying again. You have to go through all of that? Once a month? He loves you! He doesn’t want you to be in pain. Bubba pats your head gently.

You were about to say something but were interrupted by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You quickly hunched over and grabbed your stomach.

You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and place you on the bed. “Bubba. I’m fine, real-“

“Nu uh,” Bubba said. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you down onto your back.

He grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them off you. He took your top off as well. Bubba looked into your eyes for a brief moment before gently taking off your underwear.

You groaned. “Sweetie, what are you doing? I’m going to bleed on the sheets more than I already have. It’s gonna make a mess.”

Bubba climbed into bed next to you. He made shushing sounds to shut you up. His rough, calloused hand began to gently rub your uterus. He continued to make sad sounds, like those of an injured puppy.

You felt disgusting. Like an animal free bleeding all over the place you slept.

“Bubba, isn’t this gross to you?”

He shook his head. Figures: After chopping up animals and people, blood must start to mean nothing to you.

“I’m going to need feminine products, Bubba. I can’t spend a whole week in bed because I’m bleeding.”

Your love whined. There was something about this that he liked. It was domestic, in an odd sense. You were sprawled out in the bed naked. Yet there were no feelings of sexual desire. Only a desire to nurture.

“Rest,” Bubba said. “I will take care of you. We can get you everything you want later. I love you so much please feel better.”

“Thank you,” you said weakly. This was certainly something you thought you would never do. To anyone else, their girlfriend bleeding all over their bed would make them want to vomit. Not for Bubba though, he loved everything about you, and he would be with you through everything. Everything.

[afreakingdork]

Soft Spot - Chapter 13

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Chapter 13, it's almost Halloween, and I recently watched Kuroneko? Gotta bring @grumpytheunicorn in for that kind of spooky shenanigans in this week's chapter art!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

You were sitting in the waiting room of an OBGYN. Your husband was folded up in the seat next to you and you were left to look around. The room was tidy and modern. It read recently redone even though there was no new lingering scent of construction. There was a clear vision of interior design, but the markers of style were washed out by neutrality. Any interesting patterns were swallowed by their grey and purple tones in a way that read that this business had followed the trend of homogenization.

By the many people waiting alongside you, you doubted it mattered.

From what you had glimpsed online, the reviews further offset the idea.

When he had called yesterday, the staff had initially dismissed Donnie’s request for a new patient appointment until he reiterated his name.

This was a coveted practice to work with, you knew that for sure.

“L/N.”

You had to switch sides of the room to find a nurse peeking out of a door.

She smiled and waved at you with her clipboard. “Come on back.”

You moved to stand and found Donnie was not doing the same.

You were fully to your feet before you touched his arm and he finally animated.

“They called us.”

He felt the need to check that there was actually a nurse waiting before he unfurled. “Right.”

You slid your hand down his sleeve until you caught his hand.

He squeezed you tightly as he unraveled his legs and used his free hand to shove himself upright from the armrests.

He trailed behind you with a twitchy demeanor.

“His first time?” The nurse spoke breezily and she let you pass through to the back first. “Height and weight over in the corner.”

“Yep.” You released Donnie so your measurements could be passed along.

He had a roving eye, especially for your recorded weight.

“Alrighty, right over here.” She led you to a room.

Donine stalked behind you like an ominous shadow.

“You can hop up on the table. No changing quite yet and I’ll get some details.”

You took your seat in a familiar chair that creaked with its attachments and Donnie held firm in standing off to the side instead of taking one of two awaiting chairs.

“Y/N.” The nurse nodded to you before looking at your partner. “And you’re Donatello?”

He gave a bare nod.

“It’s alright to be nervous. We’ve seen all sorts.” She turned in her rolling stool and glanced over her clipboard before folding it down in her lap to fully address you. “Maybe not new to the office procedure, but looks like we’ve got first timers all around?”

“Yes.” You adjusted your posture.

“How long have you two been trying?”

“Since November…?” You glanced at Donnie.

He again only barely bobbed his head.

“No problem, the ballpark is fine. When was the date of your last menstruation?”

You shrank a little into yourself. “April 10th…”

Her eyes widened a little. “And I hear you took a few tests?”

“Seven.”

“All positive?”

“Yeah…”

She nodded slowly and was clearly tempering her smile. “Well there’s always room for error, but we’re going to figure out exactly what’s going on today.”

“Thank you.” You felt refreshed that she hadn’t jumped to any conclusions.

Both for yourself and your mate.

“Of course.” She scooted over to you to touch your knee and make a connection. “Don’t worry. You’re in real good hands with Dr. Kuro. I’ve been with her for five years now and she’s like no one else.” She glanced at Donnie. “And not just in that way.”

You knew what she meant, but still spared Donnie the same look.

He was stone faced.

The nurse smiled on. “Any other questions and concerns?”

“I don’t think so.” You didn’t bother checking with your partner.

“Alright then!” She patted her legs once before kicking off so the chair was out of the way. “Now’s the part where you strip! That’s everything off and there’s a basket for your shoes and the rest of your clothes, bag, what have you, right over there. There’s a robe right behind you. It’ll open to the front and feel free to tie the tie on your hip and then another folded blanket that goes over your lap. We got a curtain here to block the door just in case. The doc will knock when she’s ready and you just holler if you’re ready, sound good?”

“Yeah…” You took one breath. “Sounds good.”

“See you soon.” She slipped out the door and pulled the curtain in front of it for you as she left.

You sat in stasis for a moment before you animated. Donnie finally sat and you were methodical in taking your clothes off. You examined the cleanliness of the baskets before folding your undergarments inside your clothes to dump them in there. You wriggled down to just your socks and padded over to get the robe. It unfurled with soft maroon cotton and you slid it on, one arm at a time. You found the tie and tied it off appropriately before hopping back onto the chair and wriggled in place before dragging the blanket over your lap.

“Your socks.” Donnie mentioned.

“I can keep them on.” You demonstrated by moving your toes against the cotton.

He frowned because that had clearly been against the instruction.

“Trust me on this.” You gave him a wry smile. “You have permission to gloat if I’m told otherwise.”

He accepted the bargain with a small nod and not too long after there was a soft rapping at the door.

“Yup!” You called out.

“Coming in…” A voice ushered along with the door opening.

There was a billow of the curtain before a hand slipped into view to catch it. It drew it back with a slide on the track above and a kind-looking, petite woman with fine lines across her face appeared.

“Hello!” She grinned and dragged the curtain back into its concealing place behind her.

Your head tilted. “Hello.”

“Nice to meet you! Dr. Kuro.” She held out her hand, but her fingers were curled.

You hesitated in reaching out to shake.

She noticed her folly and laughed. “I’m getting ahead of myself!”

Her mitt unfurled and you both gave a firm shake.

“Donatello.” She nodded to him without bothering with the same pleasantries.

He gave his clearest nod of the day.

“You’re quite different since our last talk! Is this what excitement does to you?”

His mood soured.

She tittered with a wrinkled gaze that turned on you. “Can I assume he’s told you everything?”

“Pretty much.” The grin was infectious. “You’re the best obstetrician here or in the-”

You suddenly hesitated just in case.

The doctor went on smiling and took a few steps back.

“It’s always like that at first.” She double checked the curtain. “Playing the game of who knows what out of safety. Other worlds and all that!”

Her back turned to you and she tugged the curtain hard even though it was already closed. 

There was a clunk sound that seemed to indicate there was a locking mechanism in the track. 

She stood with her back facing you and appeared to lounge in the moment.

“Voted best here and in the Hidden City.” She pressed the last two words and turned with some shadows catching her features.

It etched out the wrinkles in her skin and, for a moment, a shine from the fluorescents above caught her eyes to give her a fiercely feline appearance that caused your nerves to flicker.

She finally made rotation back to you in a dust cloud of mysticism.

What walked out was a regular sized black cat that stepped easily on its hind legs. She adjusted her glasses on her snout and it accentuated those same facial lines you had seen. Her crisp blouse along with her doctor’s coat had shrunk down to accommodate her new size and she breezed over to the stool. A single hop and she landed on it to retrieve the clipboard that was left for her. “That’s better. More comfortable than you are I’m sure!”

You gave an awkward chuff.

“I was told you knew?” She lowered the board and gave an obvious berating glance to Donnie. “That I’m a bakeneko?”

“I did… I just…”

She waited.

“I’m sorry, you just… shrank…!”

She laughed brightly and her eyes wrinkle with joy. “I’ve heard a lot of things, but that’s a funny one!”

You apologized again.

“Oh!” One of her back paws came up and she expertly kicked against a counter to push herself perfectly up to your side. “The height is fluid. I barely think about shape shifting these days and can keep my so-called human-form as long as I need! The amount of times I’ve fallen asleep in it!”

She laughed again and you awkwardly joined in.

“This would be what you could call a ‘true-form’ so it’s the most comfortable. Would you prefer bigger?” She grew straight into her human-height while still looking like a cat.

“N-no! That’s alright!”

She gave her cat-like grin and shrank right back down. “Most people worry about the fur! I’ve been asked to wear a hair net!”

“That seems rude!”

“Far ruder than being surprised by height!” She giggled on.

Donnie stirred.

Her ears pivoted to him before her eyes. “Impatient Donatello. I heard you changed, but some of your reputation precedes you.”

“You agreed.” He broiled.

“I agreed to see your spouse? I did.” She addressed him easily. “It’s an understatement to say that it’s not every day you get the chance to safely bring the first ever human-mutant child into the world.” 

The horror of a chance confirmation of your pregnancy without proper testing snapped his mouth shut and his spine straight.

“Let’s not bother with the middle man.” She turned to you. “I would prefer to introduce myself. Let’s start over.”

You gave a tight nod.

“Endora Kuro, MD.” She introduced herself with an offered paw.

You shook it firmly.

“I’m approximately 800 years old, give or take, but who counts after 400?!”

You laughed with her.

“Born in the Hidden City, I’ve always had a fascination with healing. I’ve studied medicine most of my life. New teachings in the early Edo period took me topside where I may have garnered a bit of a reputation myself.” 

Her green eyes flashed with mischief.

You swallowed hard and she seemed all the more amused by it.

“There hadn’t been a point before then. Sengoku’s warring states and all, but the aftermath was a rebirth of medicine! I was fascinated with bodies. My own included and had a knack for shape-shifting that others didn’t. Emperor, Shogunate. It made no difference to me. I changed appearance to get where I deemed necessary. I learned and learned, traveled the human world to be on the forefront when that became possible. Saw the damnation of the world wars which took me to the states. I despised the internment camps and did what I could. I moved to New York some 30 odd years ago with the emergence of mutants. Wholly new beings that crossed the human-yokai divide?”

You saw kindness tick over in her expression.

“What interest to me! I became a general practitioner with a specialty in mutant care. The American health system is a travesty. I still see mutants, but there was so much help needed in the women’s sector that I eventually shifted to gynecology. My specialty is still with mutants, but I have quite the number of yokai patients these days as well. One’s who have been here, new ones with the better laws of the state regarding non-humans. The distinction blurs.” She waved a paw.

You nodded.

“And here we are. I have a pair of bonded pigeon mutants who are expecting their first clutch and now you. That’s our mutant second generation. Shape-shifting yokai, however, are no stranger to mating with humans though all our progeny comes out the same. The yokai prevails, strong genes. They never have a drop of human DNA. The elasticity of transformation is too potent.” She winked. “Your husband got in contact with me last year about your attempts and he sent me his findings. If you two have conceived and your child comes to term, you would be the first to actually cross the species divide without mysticism.”

“No pressure.” You rattled out.

“Not at all.” She put her paw on your leg. “Your safety is my prime concern. Your husband pressed the same. I will do everything I can for you.”

Her honesty had you a little misty eyed.

“So… That’s me…” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You choked out. 

She sympathized. “We’ll be getting real close, but let’s start with a physical exam first and work our way up from there. Sound good?”

“Yeah…”

“Lay back and scoot down. Butt to the bottom here.” She tapped the end of your chair and then pulled out a side panel which she used to walk around you.

Through slits in your robe she examined your breasts and you did your best to separate thoughts of how she was kneading biscuits as she felt into your skin with her paws. She explained in soft little coos that things were alright and she moved forward. She felt over your belly with some pressure that she verbally asked you to speak on, but nothing read as pain to you.

Satisfied, she walked straight off her platform and into a human form where she thoroughly washed her hands. “You’re looking fantastic. Nothing at all that’s concerning.”

You could feel Donnie’s stress leak through your wedding band.

“Pelvic exam and then a transvaginal ultrasound, we still doing okay?”

“About as good as these always are.” You cleared your throat.

“Of course. Good job keeping up with your well womans.” She dried her hands and got gloves. “We warm the gel.” She showed you the speculum. “Looks scary, but I’m gonna go real slow. Start with my finger.”

She was soon between your legs and feeling inside you.

A twist and turn and you could tell Donnie was aching to get behind her to look for himself, but he held back.

You sent him some gratitude for his troubles.

He accepted it with anxiety.

“You’re doing great. We’ll switch now. Here comes the pressure.”

You tried to relax and felt the speculum press into you before it clicked with its widening. “Gonna get a quick swab too.”

You twitched as more than one long q-tip object poked your nethers and she capped them all off for study.

“Still looking great!” She patted your leg with a dry glove and removed her tools. “You sit up for a bit, take a breather, and I’m gonna get the monitor in here.”

“Okay.” You pulled your feet out of the stirrups and closed your knees together.

She peeled off her gloves to give them to the trash before slipping around the curtain.

“Can she feel anything from that?” You asked as soon as the door clicked shut. 

“Too early.” Donnie told you.

“You okay?”

He said nothing, but gave you a thin expression.

“They usually don’t draw blood until they have to after the exam.”

He didn’t seem to agree with that logic, but stayed silent.

“They also don’t usually do more than one swab…”

He gave you a sharp look.

You returned and heard a knock.

You hailed in the nurse and doctor who rolled in a cart with a screen attached. A few things were plugged in before the nurse parted again and the doctor showed you the transducer wand. It was a formidable tube that would be inserted into you. She waved around a little too crass in your opinion before lubing it up and switching the adjacent machine on.

It sent out black images on its little screen.

“Lay back again for me.” She urged your legs.

You got your feet returned to the stirrups and joked in your head about a round two.

“Benefits of this sucker.” She touched your inner thigh to show she was going to insert it. “More detailed images of the pelvic cavity and we don’t have to get by those guts of yours with the belly kind. It helps at this stage, which by the notes you gave, could be anywhere from 6-8 weeks. We are about to find out… Breathe and relax for me.”

You did that the best you could and tried not to think about how this was the final moment.

You would soon know for sure if you were pregnant or not.

All those months.

It hit you with a wave of tears that you barely held onto.

You didn’t feel anything as the wand was inserted and only realized it was when she pressed a gloved hand down onto your mons.

Donnie took a sharp breath and you chased not him, but the monitor.

Amongst rounded grey walls was a mostly black void.

In the center of it, beside a small perfect circle, was a little two pronged blob.

“Congratulations, you two…” Dr. Kuro murmured warmly.

Your hands flew up over your mouth and a few tears loosed.

Donnie was at your side in an instant both to be closer to the screen and to catch one of your shoulders.

You removed one hand from your face and grabbed him.

“That’s your little kidney bean. That’s the size it is now. We got one and I put you at eight weeks.” The doctor continued on.

You nodded and sniffled.

Donnie jarred slightly, but shook something off.

“I see good movement which means.. Let’s hear that sucker…” She flipped a knob and a churning noise started up.

It had the speed of a washing machine and thumped wetly over and over.

“That’s-!” Your throat cut you off.

“The heartbeat.” Dr. Kuro clarified. “Nice and fast for where it is development wise.”

You shot blurry vision toward Donnie.

A few tears were openly sliding down his cheeks and he dropped to you in a waft of his coat.

His beak buried into your cheek and he barely offset his churr so you could sit on the sound.

“Few adjustments.” The doctor whispered and moved the angle. “Taking pictures.”

You nuzzled closer to Donnie.

He wiped your tears before his own.

You shared a smile.

“Alright, we’re all done with this…” The doctor warned before carefully removing the wand.

You were passed something to wipe with and she did the same to her equipment.

There was a single knock, but the person didn’t seem to wait. “Doctor.”

“Stay there. One moment.” Dr. Kuro set her instruments down and gestured to you and the screen. “Feel free to keep looking. It’ll spit out some images in a second. Sit up, clean up, you get dressed when you’re ready. I’ll be right back and we’ll talk about all this.”

She departed and for a long moment you stared at the image of your baby on the screen.

Donnie first brought your baskets over before he moved to stand right in front of the machine. His beak nearly touched the glass as he stared hard into the image. He soon located the printer from the sound, but left those images in favor of the digital one. You glimpsed him looking over the dials as you finally moved to dress.

Once you were fully clothed, you sat beside him. “What do you see?”

He pointed to the little circle by the embryo.

“What’s that?”

He shook his head.

“Don?”

“Yolk sac. Not uncommon in humans.”

You rattled out an anxious puff of air. “Don’t delay like that.”

He had a nervous twitch to him.

“What is it?”

He seemed to steady himself, but right when he appeared ready to relay there was a knock.

He moved away from the monitor and you called that you were decent.

The doctor came in. “Hey, kids. How’re we feeling?”

“Good…” You checked with Donnie.

Dr. Kuro immediately took into the pair of you before moving straight to the machine. “Your pictures.”

She passed them off to you and you held the pair.

“Just tell me if you need more.”

You gave a nod and stared at the still image.

“I’ve got my findings. We ready?” Dr. Kuro walked straight onto the stool while shifting into her cat-form.

Donnie faced her openly.

You nodded.

“Okay, first off. We’ve got a heartbeat. We’ve got a little wiggle. This reads to me as nothing of immediate concern.”

Donnie went on high alert.

“Is there… a ‘but’…?” You murmured.

She raised a paw and lowered it slowly. “You’ve got something totally new in you. Something no one thought was possible. Something that, as far as I know, has never been recorded to have happened before.”

You chewed your lip.

“So that’s going to come with some oddities. Is that dangerous? We can’t know for sure yet, but I’m using my expertise to figure it out. What we do know is what you’ve got is exhibiting usual signs of growth and health and we can make educated guesses.”

You could hear Donnie’s breathing.

Dr. Kuro’s ears flicked. “Okay, starting with your physical exam-”

“You said it looked good.” You straightened.  “The other swabs-”

She raised her paw again.

Donnie inhaled with sharp annoyance.

You yielded.

“You do look good. Everything down there is technically exactly how it should.” She braced herself. “However, that doesn’t mean there wasn’t some abnormality.”

“I personally monitor cervical health.” Donnie barely withheld a growl. “Y/N’s usual obstetrician has given a similar clean bill!”

Dr. Kuro leveled her glasses with him. “And I got those records. Rush faxed them and scheduled an impromptu meeting with Dr. Carlin earlier this morning.”

Donnie’s chest bounced him to attention.

“With Dr. Carlin, Y/N’s last exam was done prior to your trying, am I to understand that correctly?”

“Yes…” You interjected.

She smiled at you. “Dr. Carlin passed along that you were not on birth control, but Donatello was?”

“That’s right.”

“But she didn’t know which.”

Your eyes shot away.

“One of my own design.” Donnie offered bitterly.

“I have a hypothesis, but I need you to share with me the method. I am aware of Genius Built and their subsidiaries. I know you have a pharmaceutical division, but-”  

“It is a specific formula designed for my morphology. Injection. Inhibits tail production in sperm.”

“And you’ve been using this for how long?” Dr. Kuro asked.

“The entirety of our sexual relations.” Donnie spoke clearly.

Dr. Kuro leaned back a little. “Well, that fits my thoughts.”

“What?” Donnie pressed.

“Gradual changes are difficult to see in partners. We see them every day and because of this it’s hard to notice small change.”

“Change?” You asked in a hollow voice.

“You also can’t visually see the womb. Now I can’t be medically certain yet. Our lab here can test for routine things, we have a bigger lab that we send off to for the stuff that’s not, but what I can tell you is from experience and my heightened facilities, your reproductive system appears by most accounts completely average, but I would not say it was average… for… well… humans.”

“W-what…?” You warbled on the words.

“I will be frank. From smell and feel, I can’t help but compare your current internal microbiome to that of a Kappa.”

You couldn’t blink.

You felt your mate stagger slightly.

“Now.” She looked at both of you. “I say Kappa because I’ve dealt with generations of them. Taking care of them. There’s a huge family of them living by the East River. I haven’t dealt with turtle yokai in years and have not encountered a turtle mutant thus far in my practice so they’re the closest species comparison I’ve got.”

You made an odd noise and your head moved to the side.

“Are your insides anatomically different? No. Every person is unique in some way and your parts are as you would imagine…”

Donnie scrubbed a hand down his face.

“That said, you’re running cold. Obviously colder than the rest of your body. There’s also scent. When I examined you, I smelled a make-up that I commonly get from reptile or reptile adjacent species. Your discharge gives me a similar sense of déjà vu.”

“I-I don’t…!” You waffled.

“What are you saying?” Donnie asked starkly.

Dr. Kuro patted her paws together. “I’m saying based on what I’ve just found out from your exam-” She gestured to you. “-about your birth control-” She gestured to Donnie. “-what I know from your records, and my talk with Dr. Carlin, a change has occurred since you started trying to conceive. I believe that Donatello’s mutated sperm has been altering your physiology.”

It was your husband’s turn to stare.

“Mutation is finicky! Whatever was stored in those mosquito-like creatures had a cocktail of DNA. It can give animal’s human intelligence. It can splice animal DNA into humans. It can even jump kingdoms as we’ve seen plants gain sentience or humans become plant-like! It gives all these creature’s mystic powers for Head’s sake!! It’s volatile! It’s unstable. It’s a wonder mutated beings function at all!”

Donnie’s head shot to you and his expression read dismay.

Dr. Kuro dropped down long enough to push her stool and jumped on as it rolled over to Donnie.

He addressed her as if ready to lash out.

“I do not think you are mutating your spouse!” She told him firmly.

He didn’t seem to believe her.

“We are going to run a full blood work up. Everything. Every hormone. We’ll do a damn DNA test, but we are not seeing any other signs! Excuse my language, but let’s consider the facts. Y/N has presumably been getting a direct and non-stop injection of your genetic material to a specific orifice on an exact basis for months now, am I not correct?!”

Donnie gave a watery nod.

You felt like you couldn’t move.

“That’s half the equation. You’re familiar with gametes?”

You both managed some form of confirmation.

“Good. Then I highly, highly, doubt Y/N is getting mutated. It’s more likely due to the sperm’s lifespan; their lingering in the body is causing change. They’re reproductive material, but they are also more. The mutative substance is meant to restructure beings! It exists to create more mutants and is potent enough that a single small injection carried by a bug can rewrite existing DNA structures. It is not a stretch to surmise that part of that DNA alone would carry some of that transformative property.”

Donnie sent his sorrows to you.

You reached for him.

He couldn’t manage touching you and only wearily looked on.

“Maybe it will go away in time. Maybe Y/N has been fundamentally changed, but I won’t know for sure until the swabs and blood work come back. We’re drawing blood after, by the way. A full blood workup. My thoughts, based on what we know, is that Donatello’s genetic material has been making Y/N’s womb more hospitable for their needs and therefore for conception.”

Donnie wheezed on a breath.

“This brings me to your ultrasound.”

A worried jolt went through your body as you sensed a further correlation. “What did you see?” You looked at your mate. “Both of you?”

“You saw it too?” Dr. Kuro looked at Donnie.

He shook his head not out of disagreement, but distress.

Dr. Kuro gave him a pitying look before she walked into her human-form so she could reach the monitor still displaying your ultrasound. “Here.”

You rotated your body so you had a good view of the screen.

“Now to the untrained eye, this looks like nothing, but blobs. I recognize that. However, for those used to reviewing these images, we see everything. I can see an amniotic sac even when there seemingly isn’t a hint of a line and that isn’t due to my eyes. That’s why ultrasounds are done. You see the movement. You pick up on fluids, pressures, and other things that aren’t immediately captured in photos. We look at the embryo itself.”

You nodded, having followed so far.

“You…” She licked her lips and pointed to the smooth back of your embryo. “At this stage, embryonic, we expect to see basal construction. Blood vessels are forming along with the placenta. Basic structures are emerging and sometimes the image captures the pocket where the brain will grow in…”

You checked the static image, but it just looked like a solid colored curve on one side with an indent bisecting it on the other.

“This is too dark.” She pointed to the solid area. “This curvature and color reads to me like…Well like an egg shell.”

You paled.

Donnie caught your chair with the weight of his body, but you didn’t move as the entire thing clattered.

Dr. Kuro only gave an understanding exhale. “But I also clearly saw an amniotic sack and we shouldn’t see the separation here-” She pointed to the bisection. “-if it were all shell. It seems to me there is an accumulation of albumin mimicking an egg shell along the back of your baby while a placenta is building up in the front.”

“What does that…?” You managed quietly.

“It’s both.” She looked at you openly. “Just like the two of you. It’s a mix of human and turtle embryonic growth. There are few studies of the embryonic development of turtles because biologists have yet to agree on the number of stages. That’s not even mentioning the differentiation in species or elemental effects like temperature, but a turtle’s carapace typically forms in the later stages of embryonic development and occurs against the wall of the egg shell. You do not have the necessary anatomy to make an egg shell, but you have analogous substances in your body. You may not have aragonite, the eggshell producing calcite magnesium cluster, but you absolutely have calcium carbonate and magnesium. That appears to be acting as some sort of substitute. I am theorizing, but it seems the buildup we’re seeing is your body’s attempt to replicate the conditions so a carapace can grow.”

“A carapace…” You spoke a little horrified as you remembered your thoughts on trying to give birth to one.

The doctor seemed to read your mind. “Turtle carapaces are only partially developed when they hatch, similar to human baby skulls. It’s the same thought process. They need to pass out of the parent’s body without killing them.”

“But if I can’t form what’s necessary…” You stressed.

“I’ll be honest. We, and in this case I mean your husband, can calculate your genetic compatibility, but measuring you bringing this embryo to term, let alone to a fetal stage is not something anyone can quantify. We, and now I mean me and the yokai community that cares about supporting mutant-kind, have been of the mind that it is not possible for mutants to reproduce. Mutant DNA is too unstable and dissimilar to others, even shape-shifters. My pigeon parents are set to lay three eggs and that is because they were mutated simultaneously, in the same way… Heck! In the same nanosecond! They were tending to their pigeon coop and apparently had both given their tamer bird’s kisses. They then happened to kiss each other at the exact moment one of those mosquito-bugs pricked them. The story goes that it went through both of their lips and enacted the dander residue all at once! They are exactly compatible because of it and are treated as an outlier. Any other combination… Who knows? Cross species viability outside of mutation is a difficult study because even those that reproduce have more abnormalities than with regular species. Everything that’s occurring now is completely new, non-replicable, and may never happen again.” Dr. Kuro sank into a cat shape on her stool.

The silence after her monologue oppressed the room.

All you could think about was Donnie.

You had some connection to the thing on screen, but it was hard to feel attached to the blob.

You had hope, that was without question, and you had joy.

You were finally pregnant and, in a way, you relished that.

You also heard the gravity of the doctor’s words.

You’d spent over half a year dealing with the highs and lows of conceiving.

You had learned the hard way to temper your expectations.

You’d weathered the last 24 something hours well because of it.

Seven positive pregnancy tests were just that until you had confirmation.

Even getting that yes and hearing that heart beat wasn’t commitment.

You had seen worrying signs and continued to wait on allowing happiness.

Your mate was something else entirely.

You were completely devoted to him.

You were mystically tied.

You had spent months walking with him through his grief.

You believed you could handle the loss of this embryo if it couldn’t come to term.

You weren’t sure the same was possible for Donnie.

You were slow to turn and coax him to you.

He came fearfully and only because you didn’t give up.

Once you had him, he wilted into your scent as his only comfort.

“So, I’m getting you on the usual vitamins and an extra big daddy calcium pill that is going to be a nightmare to swallow.” Dr. Kuro suddenly spoke. “We gotta make sure that proto-shell doesn’t leech all the minerals you need.” 

You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Then we’re talking at least weekly visits. You can pay or not. I don’t care. I’m doing this for you. Not science. I’m doing this for you and your nugget if you’re in. If you’re up for it, I am going to be your all-star offensive tackle. You are going the distance with me so I ask, do you want this?”

You already knew your answer, but took a moment to pet your mate.

You saw him.

You felt him.

You saw that future that you liked to glimpse.

A little him.

A little carapace.

Your heart soared as big baby eyes looked up at you expectantly.

Waiting for you.

“I’m in.” You told her with full certainty.

She grinned wide until her needle-like teeth caught the light. “Excellent. Let’s do this.”

“Okay. Vitamins. Extra calcium. Blood tests. Weekly visits.” You listed off items to begin committing them to memory.

“Diet and lifestyle change. Even more than the usual no raw meat or unpasteurized milk. I’m talking, you need to be as fit as a fiddle because your body is going to be doing stuff we can’t begin to predict. Having you in peak physical health is going to give us nothing but an advantage against whatever it throws our way!”

“Okay. Okay.” You almost wished you had a pen to write this down.

“I’ve got pamphlets out the wazoo!” Dr. Kuro hopped off her stool and grew human-like.

“I haven’t had morning sickness!” You spoke the thought suddenly.

It caught her mid transformation and she turned mostly without fur, but whiskers pocked her cheeks and cat ears twitched on her head. “Interesting. We’ll need to hear back on your hormones, but I can guess that has to do with those.”

“Am I making turtle hormones?” You patted Donnie for his attention.

He had clearly been listening, but was still dour.

“Doubt that.” Dr. Kuro chuckled into a full human face. “Remember, I think your body is largely unchanged. Morning sickness is an odd one! Humans are the only species who have it. 20% don’t so there’s a chance you’re lucky, but I have a feeling it has more to do with what’s being used in your womb.”

“Yeah?” You asked and felt Donnie prepare himself to move.

“Yes. You’ve clearly got a marked amount of HCG, human chorionic gonadotropin or the thing that prepares uterine linings for embryonic growth, which is what pee tests measure in spades to predict pregnancy.”

“Ah.”

“And some science says that’s what causes morning sickness. Others say excess oestrogen. Someone else will say it’s all the cocktail of wild hormones going nuts. No one knows for sure yet, but if you’re not utilizing the same amount of hormones or you're using them differently, it reasons that you might not experience the same effects.”

You smiled to yourself as Donnie got upright. “’Could be nothing… Could be something’”

“Oh! I like that!” Dr. Kuro chirped. “Doesn’t that just describe pregnancy?! Could be a problem! Could be gas!!” She laughed loudly.

You and Donnie shared a look.

“There’s much to do!” Dr. Kuro returned to her movement which included gathering up the ultrasound machine. 

There was growing strength on your mate’s face.

He did adore detailed planning.

You held your hand out.

He took it with a solid grip and helped you off the bed.

“Come on, you two! We got a baby to form!” Dr. Kuro waved at you and drew back the curtain.

💜 NEXT 💜

For the record, all the spooky things is coincidence because it was planned ahead of time, but the scariest thing is that my buffer is gone so me and my darling betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 are gonna have to haul ass! 😱

[faededaway]

Lucifer x reader

[Lucifer from Obey Me, Professor x student. University/college setting. No gender mentioned but reader has a vagina. nsfw]

Some thing about today is very off. You don't remember leaving your bed. It is as if you were asleep one second and the very next second, you're in class. You know you aren't dreaming. You have all your things: you bag, your books, your phone, your keys.

Yet,

You sit away from your usual seat. It is professor Lucifer's class. Usually you sit around the middle but today you take a seat right at the very back, devoid of people. Lucifer's the kind of teacher who makes everyone fill the seats up front.

You hope he makes an exception today, an exception for you.

You're just relaxing into your seat when the class quietens. He's here.

His leather shoes' rhythmic clicks against the floor set your heart ablaze. A strange sense of dejavu comes over you.

It is as if you've heard him and seen him in this same attire before: black slacks, black shirt with a tailored red suit vest. His usually gloved hands (claims he has dust allergy) are bare and the way he holds his flask, reminds you of his hands around something else.

My neck

Fuck

It comes back to you now. You had a dream, quite explicit dream of your modern language professor last night. It was so detailed that you'd woken up drenched in sweat (and other things) and tried to busy yourself with your day to forget what happened.

In doing so you'd forgotten that the first class you'd have, is his. He, who was in your dreams fucking you, albeit fucking into you would be more accurate, is here in front of you, somehow wearing the same outfit he was in your dream.

You take a sip from your water bottle and take some calming breaths. Dreams. Happens to everyone. It'll be fine. I just need to focus.

You try to focus on the lesson. Lucifer keeps his things on the desk and stands at the podium to deliver his lecture. He takes off his glasses and begins reading from the textbook. “Chapter 13 of the text book, discussion on loan words and borrowed words. We did an introduction on this last class. I hope you did your- part your legs, darling. Your want this.”

Oh hells bells. Your brain is picking and choosing words, reminding you of your dream.

He says, “listen”. And your brain replays: listen to the sound your pus-

This goes on for a while. It began with words but after twenty minutes of looking at Lucifer, your brain brings forth images of what you saw.

You are hot. Your brain is so fuzzy, the white noise of horniness drowning out the class lecture. You know he'd know if didn't pay attention.

So you think of ways to make it go away. You pat down your pockets for a miracle and feel a candy in your pocket.

Sour candy. Yeah that should do something.

You pop it in your mouth when, “I know it's early so I'll allow some snacks in class. But next time, please remember to close your mouth around m-”

With choked gasps, you swallow the candy whole. You didn't expect him to notice. You're sure he did not say anything remotely close to what you heard.

This is getting worse.

You apologize to him before trying to read your notes to help you focus. Not that you wrote anything. Just many crossed out Ls litter the page with a date on the top corner.

Maybe I need to take care of it. I'll just excuse myself and come ba-

“This part of the lecture is extremely important. I do not recommend missing it because I will not go over it again. Whatever business you have should be able to wait ten more minutes.”

You sit back down and groan. Twice now you've caught his attention.

I heard him fine this time. Wow. Maybe it's-

“Ten more minutes, darling. Hold on till then and I promise-”, maybe you shouldn't have thought that. An image of him holding a vibrator where you wanted him in popped in your head. You were restrained with your legs spread apart. He was teasing you with a toy and pleasing himself with his other hand.

Fuc- I can't. I need to, I need to stop. I'll be quick and discreet and quiet and -

You look through your things to find something you can use to help you. Using your hands isn't an option because there is the chance that someone would interact with you or try to touch you and you'd have cum on your hands. A lip balm is too small, a pen is too thin. A marker? It seemed smooth enough.

You pretend to look through your pen case and accidentally drop the marker on your lap. You even make a faux attempt to pick it up and put it back.

Slowly, under the discretion of tiered seats that cover your lower half from Lucifer's eyes, you part your legs and put the marker in your pants. The moment it touches your clit, you can't help but jump. You look up to Lucifer to see if he noticed, thankfully he is busy looking at his teaching material.

You take this time to shift around to get the marker where you need it.

You look up at him again before putting it inside you. Images of him thrusting his hips into you fill your mind and you can't help but grind your hips too. The seated position definitely helps add some pressure and tightness to your pussy but the marker can't compare to how Lucifer filled you in your dreams. So you take the lip balm and put that in too.

You eyes never leave Lucifer. Your ears pick up on his every word.

“Just like we did last- just like this darling.” You're in your room, on your bed. Lucifer is on top of you. His hands roam your body while his legs pin you down.

“You have to put in more effort for- you have to try harder than that”. You try to take off his clothing but he tuts at you. Your clothes come off but his don't.

“This page- like this? Do you like this? When I touch you hear? Hm?” His hands go over your chest while he kisses your neck.

“If you have- if you want something, you have to ask, darling. Ask me. Beg for me. Hm? Let me hear you beg.” His hand ghosts above your pussy while he unzips himself with his other hand. He doesn't touch you where you want him most before your words turn to a blabbering mess.

“Take your- take your time darling. Feel me in you. Feel me in you” He thrusts in you all at once. Your holes was more than prepped for him. You hold him in you, squeezing around him. Your hands go around his arms and you legs to around his waist.

“Next, we are going to- going to cum in you. Going to own you. Say you want it” His thrusts get harder and faster. You're definitely crying now. But you say you want him. Of course you do. You want him and you want whatever he wants. He moans at your words before holding your legs apart and pulling out completely.

“If you come- are you coming? Hm? Is my darling coming? Of course your are coming. Come for me.” He rubs your clit to bring you closer before thrusting into you again and coming inside of you. His sinful moans bring you to your orgasm and you-

I'm coming!

“Well, that's good to hear,” you find yourself back in class. Your cheeks burn at the realization that you said the last thing out loud. You wonder if you said anything before that. To calm yourself, you take a few sips from your water bottle.

“See you again on Monday”, that brings the class to an end and students start to leave the room.

The post orgasm clarity hits you like a brick. Guilt and shame hold you to your seat. You gather your things slowly. You're not sure how you'll face Lucifer on the way out so you wait for him to leave. But he stays at his seat with his eyes watching you.

“Good to see I didn't have to ask you to stay behind. You did it yourself. Now, come up front.” He crosses his arms and leans into his chair.

His words shake you. You weren't sure if you would be able to walk away like you didn't just jerk off to heavy smut but now you know your legs will give in from fear.

You take the stairs slowly, keeping a hand on the adjacent bench at all times. His eyes never leave you but he does sigh when he sees your predicament. When you walk down to the bottom, he motions to his desk.

“What did we talk about I'm class today?”

You blink at him before recalling some bits and pieces, “the umm, bor-borrowed words an-”

“No. That was covered in the first hour. What was covered in the last hour?”, he cuts you off harshly.

You fidget with your bag and think of what could have been covered. You know the material well. So maybe it's-

“Hand them over”, he holds out his palm towards you.

“S-sorry?”, you stare at his hand quizzically.

“The thing that held your interest longer than the class did. Hand it over to me,” he slams his other hand on his desk, “now!”

You feel the marker in your pussy fall further out as his words make your legs shake. “I- I can't.”

How could you possibly do that? It's not like you could just put your hands in and take them out for him.

“Oh? Well, show me. Show me what you were doing. If you had the guts to do it at the far end where you thought I wouldn't notice. Let's see how far you go now”, he leaps up from his seat and grasps your arm.

He drags you towards the nearest bench and demands again, “show me.”

You stared at him blankly and try to think of ways to get out of this situation. “Sir, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong and-”

He leans over to you and shushes you.

“I said, show me. If you are sorry, show me. Show me.”

You debate on whether it'd be easier to tell him what you did instead of showing him. But the moment you open your mouth he shushes you again, “not a word!”

So you look down at the desk and do as he said. You spread your legs and bring your hand to your crotch. Soft sounds of your juices and the marker rubbing against the lip balm are audible in the silence.

“Continue.”

You move like you did a while ago. Grinding your hips and slowly moving the marker in and out if your hole. But the shame of being caught stops you from enjoying it like before.

You hear him tut again before he slides into the seat next to you. You look at him to ask him what's wrong when he lifts you up and puts you on the desk. You gasp as you feel the marker thrust in you.

“Take these off.” He points to your trousers before lifting your hips to help you.

Once the trousers come off, he holds your lips apart and demands, “push them out”.

You do as he says. Once they're out, he brings them to your lips. You know what he wants from you so you lick yourself off of the items as he holds them.

Once they're clean, he pockets them, “I am confiscating them.

“I think I couldn't find my gloves today for this very reason.” He says, before thrusting his fingers into your wet pussy.

You gasp and curl into him as his unexpected intrusion makes you whine in pleasure.

“Hm? Tell me, tell me exactly what you thought of when you desperately stuffed your hole with whatever you could find on hand,” he coos in your ear as he fingers you.

When you don't respond to him, he pulls out and holds your chin. “Tell. Me.”

You hold his stare before replying with only one word, “you”.

A sinister smile fills his face before he chuckles, “of course. Did it involve something like this or something more?”

You look away from him before mumbling a reply, “more”.

“As your professor, I've already crossed the line. But so have you. If you show me exactly what you were doing, I will let you go,” he moves away from you and leans on his desk. All the while, his grin doesn't leave his face.

He wants to see me. Right. Yeah. Okay.

So you turn to face him. You spread your legs as far as you can and show him your dripping pussy. With some boldness in your voice you say, “I had a dream about you. You fucked me so well that I couldn't not touch myself when I saw you.”

“Oh? Is that what happened?,” Lucifer unbuttons his vest and tie. He runs a hand through his hair before folding his sleeves upto his elbows.

You watch him and rub your clit, “yeah. When you were delivering the lecture, I couldn't hear anything. You say something and my brain would hear something else.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” he teases mockingly. He watches the way you move your fingers, “tell me what I said.”

You finger yourself faster when you think about all the things he said and all the things running through your head. His taunts, his soft moans, his encouraging words.

The one that you wanted him to say again was, “you said you'd cum in me. Said you'd make me yours and mark me and-”, your words drift off as you near your orgasm again.

Watching him watch you is doing something to you. It's humiliating. Makes your cheeks burn but it is enticing.

“Awe, are you coming? Hm? Is my darling coming? Of course you are coming. Come for me”, hearing him say the exact words from your dream makes you cum on command. Slick and juices pools on the desk under you. You lay back on it from exhaustion. The second time you came, and both the times you came to the same words.

You hear clacking of his shoes again. He helps you up and dresses you after cleaning your pussy and hands with a wet wipe. “You have done a great job listening to me. Hope you've learned your lesson. Next time you have dreams about me, speak to me directly”.

You don't know how your day passes. You remember asking Lucifer about the mess you made. He said he'd take care of it so you left it to him. The day drones on like the morning didn't happen. You even go home the same way. Only when it's evening do you get a sign of the mornings proceedings.

A mail from Lucifer that reads,

From: Professor Lucifer

To: Y/N

Date: x/x/9001

Subject: Performance feedback

Your recent conduct has been subpar. I believe, an extra class will help correct that. Come see me tomorrow at 10:00 AM. No need to bring any stationeries or books. I will provide.

With regards,

Professor Lucifer,

Senior Lecturer at RAD

[kcyars99]

This is Imane Khelif. She is a boxer from Algeria. 🇩🇿

You're probably going to be hearing a lot about her from your bigoted uncle this weekend, especially now that everyone's least-favorite bigoted aunt, J.K. Rowling, has offered her incredibly worthless opinion on today's fight between two cis (aka BiOLoGiCaL for y'all that need that) women.

Things worth noting: 🇮🇹 The boxer who quit today's fight--Angela Carini of Italy--said her quitting wasn't political and that she was not passing judgment on Khelif's eligibility. She said the shot to her nose did something different to her than most hits she's ever taken.

🇹🇼 Last year, Imane (along with Taiwan's Lin Yu-ting) faced a ruling by the International Boxing Association that they--despite being cis or 'BioLoGiCaL🥴' women--had "advantages" of a genetic nature, leading to a decision not to let them fight.

🇺🇸 U.S. swimmer Michael Phelps, celebrated as the greatest swimmer of all time, has a genetic condition where his body produces half of the lactic acid of a normal cis man. For this biological quirk (along with his hyper-mobility) he is lauded.

🇩🇿 Algerian sports officials and other Algerian athletes have spoken in Imane's defense, including national team soccer player ​​Ismaël Bennacer who said Khelif is "suffering a wave of unjustified hatred."

🥇 The Olympics do not recognize IBA or its rulings and carried out their own set of testing standards which every athlete you see competing had to pass.

🇯🇵 Imane also fought at the Tokyo Olympics in 2021, where she was beaten in the quarterfinals by Irish boxer Kellie Harrington--another 'BioLoGiCaL🥴' woman.

🥊 For the weirdos who obsess over genitals, this person was born with a vagina. Meaning that by y'all's weird rules where you want to check in kids' pants before they compete, Imane would be deemed "girl athlete."

🏊 Meanwhile, Katie Ledecky today became the most decorated women's swimmer ever by pulling in a silver medal, after yesterday continuing her long streak of dominating everyone in the world in the 1500, where she holds the top TWENTY best times. Ever. And people on the internet spent the day calling her a man.

🧨 This should be a nonissue, but JOANNE and Elon and your bigoted uncle are latching onto it because they want to continue to push the deadly narrative against trans folks via any possible means. Even in a case where the person they're demonizing isn't trans in the first damn place. If she as a cis woman has more testosterone than other cis women athletes, well, that's not all that uncommon. Y'all wanna tell women with PCOS that they're not really women?

🩺 I don't know how many times I've shared that Open Ocean Exploration thread, by a literal biologist, explaining how common it is that people have sex variations that they don't even know about. I'll share it again since it's just about the most concise look at X/Y diversity I've ever seen. It's really wild to watch folks who copied off of my in high school biology act like they know more than actual scientists and doctors every single time I post it. --Find that post here:

#ParisOlympics2024

#OlympiansMadeHere

#olympicsboxing

(This originally called Joanne a bigoted uncle while still using her correct pronouns which I think conveys that she's basically the living embodiment of everyone's metaphorical racist uncle, gender be damned, but a few people felt it was misgendering her which was very much not the point so I changed it just to stop infighting since there's already plenty enough fighting with actual bigots to be doing.)

[soda-pop-i5-h3r3]

My first post

Hello Transformers fans! As you can see the title, this is my first post on Tumblr. So today I'll be talking about Transformers...Transformers 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 to be exact. And this is about a certain ship...a popular one.... So ever since I rewatched TFP and found out that fanfictions exists, like character x reader and blah blah blah, I noticed something and I was like...ok nice, until I saw it all over the internet. Wattpad, DeviantArt, Pinterest, Instagram, TikTok, Tumblr, YouTube, and more...let's say I got a bit...annoyed. And I'm talking about a certain ship, the Knockout and Breakdown ship. The 'popular' ship that has been going around, and I keep seeing it on my fyp. This '𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱' all ppl would call has made me disgusted. AF. I heard that there's some kind of comic where Knockout and Breakdown are 'married', and people saying that its '𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯', pissed me off. I've seen WAYYY too many stuff like that. Because first of all, Knockout is the Decepticon medic (as you all should obviously know, for those of you who watched TFP) and breakdown is his assistance. Those two are just friends, literally just friends. And idk why tf you people ship these two. Like, imagine getting shipped with 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 friend/buddy or assistant or whatever. But I have a question, 𝘞𝘏𝘖 even MADE that comic? With Knockout and Breakdown being married and stuff? First of all they're Cybertronians, and they could be asexual. For those of you who watched Transformers Prime, there's that one episode in season 3 ep 7 (Plus One), where Knockout says. "Frankly, I find it 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. The whole idea of you fleshies...𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨". Now I'm not sure but I think 'interfacing' means....'sex' in the Cybertronian terms (correct me if I'm wrong). And I've seen some...Knockout and Breakdown fanarts that...have NSFW...and boy I was 𝘖𝘉𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘓𝘠 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗. 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗪𝗧𝗙. First of all they're 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 for Primus's sake. Second of all they are 𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘌, and what makes you think that males would do...𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?! They don't have a vagina! And third of all, they are 𝗡𝗢𝗧 together, idgaf what you people say, claiming that its 'cannon'. Wtf? And I believe that all Cybertronians 𝘢𝘳𝘦 asexual. And I've seen something like a character in RID named 'Wildbreak' is KO and BD's 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥?! 𝗪𝗧𝗙?! 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣. Now the reason why I freaking 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 this 'ship' so much is that I am a huge ass simp for Knockout and Breakdown's in the way. I don't understand, what makes you fans think that this 'ship' is cute? I don't understand why I hate things society loves, and they hate what I love? For example, I hate dogs (sorry dog lovers), and yet they are the most popular pets. I love horses...but not many people love them that much. This is why I hate people. This is why I hate the society and everything. This world is so messed up. Now idc what people say about me hating on this ship,(maybe I do cre cuz I want to STOP this ship) I don't ship any TFP character with anyone, and neither do my friends. My friends recently watched TFP and if they find out about this Knockout and Breakdown 'ship', they're gonna be 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳. KO and BD and 𝗡𝗢𝗧 together in 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 way in the show, and whoever made that IDW comic is an idiot (I would have given a worse insult, but I chose not to). 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬. 𝗔𝗥𝗘. 𝗡𝗢𝗧. 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗡. Only friends, and that's it. And plus, poor Breakdown died thanks to that ugly Airachnid. Oh and, another reason why I hate this ship is because I love Knockout, but I hate Breakdown. And that IS actually messed up (sorry BD lovers). So I guess that's it for today. I hope I'm not the only Knockout x Breakdown ship hater. Haters will hate. Deal with it 😐. Have a good day people.

[castlebyersafterdark]

hmmmm well see, this is something im not sure about - the spooning sex vs missionary. what would be the most natural and instinctual position to fall into for two boys who have presumably only heard, rather than seen, depictions of gay sex? theyre going to want to have faces close and be on top of each other, but i can totally see will softly rolling to the side and looking over his shoulder at mike, or them both silently realising at the same time ('i didnt say it' etc) how it could go for easiest access. lets face it, have no idea how to physically manage to do this yet, and are running on instinct. i think they'd want to be chest to chest, but isnt it harder to line that up in a way that isn't very exposing for will? like, legs up, the angle, maybe a pillow. it just seems not to be the bread and butter position. i feel like spooning would just come most naturally to them while including the intimacy and eye contact they'd want. plus it might hurt will less cos of the angle being more relaxed?

idk. all i know is that the argument against first time anal doesnt hold water for me because first time hetero sex in movies is always depicted as full without prep, even though that would hurt 99% of women lol. but its hot and romantic so they make it look easy. why couldnt byler be the same lol

I think something we always have to consider in these conversations is how far are we suspending our disbelief for filming a sex scene for television, pretending that these characters are real but with the mindset of story limitations, or talking about an entirely realistic scenario.

The thing is - there's so many ways that first time sex happens and especially with teenagers... they don't know what they're doing most of the time. Of the era and in modern times. Are we kidding ourselves? Even the most knowledgeable teen today is gonna falter and have uncoordinated, not-perfectly positioned sex possibly. More than possibly. Because they've never done it. Add in the factor of the time period, and Will and Mike have zero reference points - we can only conjecture how their bodies will end up the first time they fall into bed together with intent of penetrative sex. And especially if it's a more spontaneous thing in the context of a fit of passion as we believe would be the scenario in the show. It's not a high school / college romance story we're getting where we'll see a depiction of a more standard timeline progression of a physical relationship (this is where fic jumps in of course!)

Do I personally think it is realistic for them to have penetrative sex right when they first get together? Yes and no. I really don't have a one way or another opinion anymore. Different scenarios can be sold. It would very well happen, it does happen. Not just for straight couples who, honestly and admittedly, do have an easier time of just going for it and sticking it in. Brilliant sex? Probably not - but even with the point you're making with first time hetero sex being depicted with little prep in film, not feeling so amazing - it's still more likely to be easier than first time gay sex. Logistically, knowing the physical process, and being fully supportive of anal sex (what a weird way to word this, bear with me haha). I'll just plainly say what I think we try to avoid in these conversations and asks - an ass is not a vagina I meeeeean. That's not an incorrect statement!! Sex is different. And of course they're almost all of the time going to make it seem easy on screen. Most love stories are not one of those hyper-realistic depicted slice of life kinda stories. That's specific.

So. Anyway. They could totally fuck the first go at it, the first passionate scene, the first time something physical happens. It's a story! The realism - I feel like easy or difficult, these two in my bet, for the characters and for the reality of filming something intimate - they'd be fucking chest to chest, face to face. As difficult as that literally might be - ehhh. It's fine. And it won't be the most pleasurable, most likely, and then I see the vision here of since it's new and weird, realistically, they'd be moving around and "try this, wait try this way, wait let's reposition." They might try a few things. Missionary, spooning, from the back. I don't think this is what we'd see on screen for this specific television show, possibly - but that all seems accurate. For the type of moment these boys would have together. So what you've depicted here is likely. I just wanted to riff on some thoughts in general with this post. I'll stop here as my rambling is losing the point I don't think I solidly had to begin with.

[romangoldendreams]

my only truth,that´s what nobody can see.

It's not a diary, it's…I don't know what to call it. In my profession, any note is nothing more than that, a reminder that you have to do something.

All those idiots out there who think they know my misery have no idea.

Yes, I will never walk with one arm tied behind my back. But they don't understand anything at all. They think they know me, and they take thousands of photos of me a day, but the more images of me they have, the more they lose their sense of reality.

Because reality wouldn't sell, because the bitter truth is that whoever they call my true love is not.

Because love is no more real than we would like to believe.

They just wonder if I sleep with men, or with women, that's the only thing they think about. At least they don't hide it…I hear them, and I don't answer them. why do it?

It doesn't make sense, because whatever I say will be what they believe.

They ask me about her , Pier… they call her the love of my life, I'm bitter without her.

According to them, my last name is not Dean but Montesco, and she is Anna Maria Pierangeli, but Pierangeli Capulet.

She only gives them the head for that… and nothing will change this fact, even if I die tomorrow.

Isa tells me to shut up, to let it happen. But damn! Even when?

I am nothing they say, I am just myself living my life.

I'm so drowning in pain because Pier abandoned me that I can't even breathe, I have Marlon Brando waiting for me in my bed every night, I watch the Vampyra show, that crazy girl whose name I don't even remember or when I met her… I even that I met Miss. Monroe, the most beautiful woman in America…they make up so many things that I don't even have time to laugh or cry.

When they send me those shitty magazines I just burn them.

Yes, with my cigarette, by myself, in my underwear.

I'm sorry, Marlon. Tonight it happened, you won´t be my lover anymore, gosh, this cup of milk is shit. again, i will come back.

My true love…that's what all teenage girls want to know.

Well, love is nothing more than friendship. It's being at home, it's feeling like someone is listening to you, without stopping to see if they have a vagina or penis.

I know lust, I know sex.

But that tickling that has entered me from my back to my heart, and that made me spend all day with my friend, and on occasions, embarrassing more than regrettable, sticking my body to hers so that it was more than a simple friendship …what is that? I only know that I felt it, and that I was happy with what she gave me.

They say I met true love with a girl who ran off with someone else. And that my heart cried tears of blood, that I was there on her wedding day with my motorcycle.

I have been?

Oh shit. Maybe yes.

But I only know that I suffered with her. My true love broke my heart they say, but more than anything my dignity, but not with my friend.

With my friend I was happy every moment of my life. Because for hours at work, and even outside of it, she was there for me. She never got tired of waiting for me.

She was more than just a friend, she was a mother…maybe she was a lover. I close my eyes and I can imagine it.

I only know that I look into her eyes and I drown, I drown… I have no desire to touch even a hair on her head, and I am already his.

My friend, shit. I love you because you love me, and not even I can write here what I feel about our friendship.

Only without her i would have been dead a long time ago.

Damn I'm not good with words, I never have been.

But you fill me with joy. It is the plenitude that you have given me. I don't care if it's love or friendship. I know what I need, and what you give me.

Jimmy….tells me oh, how she does it!

Jimmy boy tells me when we are… well when she has me naked next to her.

Everyone talks about me. But for once I do it.

When we left each other's cigarettes after filming today, I knew we were going to do it. The ballet.

That we would commit the madness of our exercises.

I've only seen her naked once. But I didn't need more.

Because I haven't had a happy moment with my friend, they all are, that's why I know they are golden. That all of the above is nothing more than a shadow or something like that. I don't know how to say it to make it elegant. I'm not a writer.

She gave me her words, her conversation, she listened to my confessions, she gave me all her support knowing that I am what I am. Just a miserable wretch who does what he really wants. A great painter, a frustated pianist.

Yes, I have a lot of money, I told her

"Oh Jimmy boy and I have more than you," she told me, "you're a bastard when you talk about money, but i love when you speak about your matador skills."

Together we laughed, all our conversations sounds like that. My friend lets me go back to childhood. She takes care of me and gives me ideas, she plays with me.

​she invites me to all the places where she´s with her husband and kids. she does not care if i bother them, and i don´t care at all neither, because i´m not there for her family, but for her.

If only they wanted to know everything about me…they would only have to see me with my friend.

And they look at us, over and over again but they don't realize anything.

Shit, being an actor is like stopping being you.

They know everything about your character in the movie and your supposed self, but not about yourself in truth.

My friend warned me. And I believed her.

I'm not talking about Brando anymore. I no longer compare myself to another.

"You're magnificent Jimmy," my friend tells me, "if you believed me, you wouldn't worry, it would just be you."

We talked about everything, the other day we talked about the universe.

I brought a telescope to the set and at night we saw the stars. Everything is so desert…and we gave them names, insults and demons.

We dedicate them to those scavengers who call me Romeo.

Blind, blind, blind.

My friend and I synchronized.

I wait for her in her sleep, and when I sleep, she waits for me.

I never had this with anyone. Not even with my parents. Only when my mother let me sleep in the tent, but she only looked out to see me in the garden, I, afraid, ran to the house.

My mother laughed, but not like my friend.

My friend tells me that I am everything to my father too, I believe her, because when I hear her voice I can't escape it, I can only say yes.

Before meeting her I didn't know what friendship really was, nor what true love meant.

Let those stupid people say, let them write.

Love is nothing more than being at home, with your only family, and your home can be where that person who has proven to give you everything you need is.

Mine was the set of "Giant" with our creepy director. Damned.

But I respect him because she asked me to.

I apologized, I would do anything for her.

My only consolation, I don't believe in God, but I would pray for her to always be there for me. And I know she will be.

That if something separated us we would see each other again. Because I was born to be her friend, I was born so that she loves me in the way she prefers, in the way she can…

Nothing can make me give my friendship again to another woman as I did with her, or to any man. Not even my love wrapped in that friendship, damn it, love is nothing more than a sick man wrapped in the blankets of her bed.

In the friendship.

i knew about human feeling with her. and when i say all, i mean ALL. NOT ONE left without be touched for us.

She´s inside me, she´s me. Damn, even i keep her things now, a lipstick, her cigarettes,and more, she will kill me.

Your company, your company…I fear death. I was once banned from having racing cars and motorcycles for fear of losing their fucking million dollars, but if she knew herself… that I'm more afraid of dying for losing her friendship than for money or going to hell. .

I love you, my friend. But you know it. You know everything about me. Inside and out.

Even if i am the Romeo of a bitch with no personality.

Your Jimmy Boy (1955)

[rockerfemme]

trigger warning for misogyny and FGM

the venn diagram of feminists and people who are into heavy body modification is literally just me so I am 100% sure no1curr BUT I have gotta talk about misogyny in the mod community. specifically from the mod practitioners, who are mostly male. any mod enthusiast who knows anything knows that tongue splitting and similar mods are illegal in the UK and Australia because of a now infamous practitioner (butcher) Brendan Russell aka "B-Slice" botching multiple clients' implants and causing the death of one client. I've seen the case referenced multiple times, but it was only when I looked it up for details that I realized that all the botched clients were female, that set my alarm bells off and I looked more into the cases.

The client he killed, died of an infection in a subdermal implant he gave her and that's the victim who gets referenced the most but upon doing my own research, prior to that, he was convicted on an FGM charge when he botched a labiaplasty on a different woman and burned part of her vagina off. X X

Next I read about another practitioner, this one is widely considered reputable and is still in business today. Whilst recommending him to someone, a commenter informs everyone that he "cut off my friend's huge labia." Disgusting. The fact that he performs that type of procedure tells you everything about how he views women. X

Next I read a review of a documentary about another highly respected practitioner, a pioneer in the field. Reportedly it's revealed that "many of his personal motivations are, indeed, sexual" and describes a scene in which he pressures his long-term girlfriend into having an open relationship (one sided, of course.) Vile. And we clients meant to trust him to perform delicate procedures on us. X

I’m also aware of the “Brutal Blackout” project, a tattoo project in which the “artists” scribble black ink over large portions of the client’s body, while running the tattoo machine at a high voltage to intentionally cause as much pain as possible to the client. Clients aren’t allowed to tell the tattooists when to stop. There’s a mini documentary on YouTube and it’s very disturbing, it’s clear that one of the two “artists” is a deeply sadistic man who is overjoyed that he is paid to harm people. X

This all isn't really something that can be discussed with regular people because they laugh at modified people and call us stupid for even wanting this type of body art (tongue bifurcation, scarification, subdermal implants, coinslots, cartilage punch/removal, elf ears, etc). Neither do I feel that such a discussion would be received well in the mod community, because it is (unsurprisingly) populated by mega liberals.

But for women who want to adorn themselves in this way, it's important to know that some of these so-called "artists" are, in reality, disgusting sex perverts and misogynists. Go to female mod artists whenever possible and dig deep through multiple social media sits for information on any practitioner you're considering.

[nebylitsa]

“…back then nobody sang about what it’s like when a boy is stuck in a girl’s body and wants to fuck boys. I am not even sure anyone does today, as pop culture is not actually that subversive and needs to be sellable in places where people aren’t free. But I was misled by their bodies, and you have to become pretty old before you see that if you ever tried to walk down the street in one of those outfits, even if you had one of those perfect bodies, you would be a rather tragic sight and that we were all raised on so many sweet images that I am surprised we can all bear to look at each other. Yet after a while, as I was sitting there with my best friend, I could always detect a little red glow on her face—these images turned her on. But no matter how hard I tried, they did nothing for me; my vagina remained dumb and numb as if it had been made with Play-Doh from the toy shop, disfigured and useless. And it’s not that I hated them because I was one of those people who hate things because little girls like them, it just took me so long to understand my own desires, Dr. Seligman, to understand that I was forever one step removed from fulfilling them and that choosing my favourite boy band member, which I then struggled to remember, would always be a lie because my body was the wrong recipient. Because my body didn’t exist. Because I couldn’t see these boys with a girl’s eyes. I think that’s why I developed an early liking for the opera and the theatre; that was also weird, but a kind of weirdness that people had heard about and were more willing to accept. And I felt more at ease in a world of costumes and allegories where at least occasionally you would see a woman dressed as a man or men dancing in tights, moving in ways I had never seen before. Bodies that were not designed to speak to boys and girls but that spoke to a different set of senses, that went deeper than anything I had experienced before, and I fell madly in love with this world where, for a few hours, anything was possible and you could be highly emotional for no reason. Back then I longed to live on a stage, Dr. Seligman, to be allowed to go around in a costume of my own choosing.”

Katharina Volckmer, The Appointment

[joannerowling]

re: ask about people "reclaiming", homophobic slurs that are not from their language.

It's very true. and it's coming equally bad from both sides. On one hand, people of non-english upbringing, who never lived in the environment and neve were submerged in the culture, where those slurs originated from, have literally no business reclaiming them. It's just ignorant and disrespectful. If some western trans gay boy began call himself a pidor/pidorás (really violent slur for gay man in many slavic languages) since he is gay so it's okay to reclaim this quirky slavic word for gay ppl, i would go feral. I don't understand, why doesn't it work the other way. It so easy to think for a moment and understand that it's not your word to reclaim.

But on the other hand, english-speaking LGBTQ+ community has desensitised q slur so much, that for a foreigner, who is constantly in these online spaces, it's doesn't seem like it's a slur at all. A lot of new labels and genders and orientations are now including the slur, so maybe it okay to use. That's why im constantly stumbling upon people from my native online spaces, who call themselves queerplatonic or queergender or something like that. (the f slur hasn't reached us so far and i hope never will). I can totally see how someone just picked a label because it became so common in the US/Canada/UK, and the opposite opinions are drowned out by the louder crowds or labeled terfy.

I will say, to play devil's advocate here a little only for the sake of rounding the argument: language doesn't evolve spontaneously, and occasionally slurs can go from "slurs" to "no longer slurs" through cultural change. For example, in French, we have the word "con", which initially meant vagina and would have been used as a misogynistic insult (basically the same as "cunt", i believe the two are etymologically close). However today "con" has evolved to be used exclusively for men with a relatively large range in meaning (going from "dickhead" to "idiot"; sometimes it's applied in a genderless way, kind of teasingly - as in "t'es con" to mean "you're a bit of a dummie" or "you just made a bad joke/excessive one". It's all in the tone and context). Most, oh i'd really say 90% of French people at this point, have no idea what "con" used to mean. I've had that conversation with a French radfem once who said she refused to use it because of the original meaning, and my question to her was, what matters when identifying an insult, the word itself or the intent? It's an open one.

Perhaps this is what people hope will happen to "queer", though i don't think it's a good parallel with "con" - it could be if "queer" was used to design some completely different group or thing than homosexuals. You could argue it's already kind of happening though, many more people than you'd suspect have started recognising that "queer" and "gay" are different things (mostly because "queer" associations and media have completely stopped putting forth the fight for same-sex rights). I've seen that sentiment on radblr, "they can call themselves queer all they like but don't include me in it", as well as the firmer "queer is insulting period, and heteros don't get to reclaim a slur that was never thrown at them". Since it's not my language i'm not gonna pick one position over the other, but i guess both exist for equally good reasons.

(Like you i also noticed "faggot" is much less subjected to that. People seem a little more aware of that one and less willing to "reclaim it" or approriate it, outside of the worst of trans identified women. Why that is i don't know. Maybe because it's perceived as being more exclusively used for gay men, and violence against gay men is more well-known in general?)

Another thing your second paragraph highlights is something we don't talk about a lot i think: that for how culturally diverse "queer" spaces claim to be, they are fairly homogenous and singularly minded beneath the surface. Especially outside of native English speaking countries, because the kind of people who can speak English fluently enough to access these topics have specific backgrounds (it's very visible in France because people are generally not good at English here). This is why you can find several active LGBTQIA+ groups in Paris or some big cities and will struggle to find even one in much less prestigious unis.